Things (Alternate) Frightened Rabbit

Well here's the evidence of human existence
A splitting binbag next to two damp boxes
And I cannot find a name for them
They hardly show that I have lived

And the dust, it settles on these things
Displays my age again
Like a new skin made from old skin
That had barely been lived in

I didn't need these things
I didn't need them, oh
Pointless artifacts from
A mediocre past
So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
Down to the bone and burned the rest

I didn't need these things
I didn't need them, oh
Took them all to bits
Turned them outside in
And I left them on the floor
And ran for dear life through the door, oh

The useless objects, the gathered a storm of shit
A dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies
When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best
To smarten up the end