Lyrics Crying - Rat Baby

living in the same
boxes of hand-me-downs
is getting old, plus
you're chubbier now
little girl,
learn to throw some things away
learn to make new space

shuffling years of
catharsis and spanish notes,
library fines, and
each letter dad wrote
where's the formula
for separating waste
from what can remain?

i'm forgetting everything, slowly
don't tell me i'm the only one who can't
remember high school lunch
and if this is the pace at which i'm going
what'll be left of me when i'm 51