Pack These Boxes Elysian Fields

Watch this tub water funnel down the drain
And sit here shivering
Guess I’ll pack these boxes again
This cup of tea won’t drink itself
Ain’t doing the trick to soothe me
I don’t wanna know what’s next
I don’t wanna know what’s next
The secret’s out, we’re treading subtext
I walked through the village today
Past the club where I once played chess
Scowling in a storefront doorway
A woman smoked in coatdress
On a card table by the window
A stuffed pony with button eyes
Riding shotgun a cloudy glass ball
Had been set aside
Come in for a reading
I can see that you’ve been lost
You’ve got to be prepared
Get your curse uncrossed
Could she tell that I was bleeding
By my studied blank stare
If she was a real witch
She should know I didn’t care
I don’t wanna know what’s next
I don’t wanna know what’s next
The secret’s out, we’re treading subtext
I went to feed the feral cats
Rearranged these papers
Tossed out a rotting flannel hat
My hand hurts from scrolling
And a freezing wind is rolling
Guess I’ll pack these boxes again
Guess I’ll pack these boxes again