Lawns – Car Seat Headrest – letras

December 27th, my dad walked inI was 18 years oldHe said, « Our trash can’s blown overThe trash is all scattered across other people’s lawns »So I put on a jacketAnd I forgot my glovesWe went outsideIt was cold as fuckHe gave me a trashcan, pointed across the streetOur trash was everywhereSo we went at it like an easter egg huntAlways more to be foundThe wind started blowingEvery time I took my handsOut of my fucking pocketsShove ’em back in againBags from Kohl’s and TargetDifferent colored giftwrapThousands of receiptsI walked from lawn to lawnI skipped the ones with fencesAnd I grabbed all I couldYes, I grabbed all I couldI waited on the sidewalkFor my dad, I meanBut I couldn’t find himHe was nowhere to be seen