[Verse 1]
I found the pack of cigarettes that you were always quitting
You always leave a mess purging your pockets in the laundry
All your clothes were donated 'cause none of them fit me
My legs are too long

[Verse 2]
The thrift store is so cold and the service is lousy
I wanna punch the clerk's lights out as he accepts the shirt
That was a present and the first time that I ever spent money
I was two or three counting on my fingers
I should've bought you a drink

[Verse 3]
The events move faster than I can show my anger
I want to practice my contempt to not be pushed over
I tell your story like a thrifty book
With a previous owner who highlighted the parts they liked the most