Beanbag Lyrics

	Shoes & socks protect soles from rocks
	And thick coats defend your skin & hide you.
	What to do when there’s holes in you?
	You're a beanbag with no beans inside you.
	Bored, thin, low, on, beans, beans
	He tore his seams on his broken dreams.
	Now he lies around too flat to serve.
	He drags his feet.
	He feels incomplete.
	And bad dogs grind down his last good nerve.
	He's bored, thin, low, on, beans,
	And he would have stayed that way, too,
	With no way to turn back the tide.
	Ostensibly not so bad, but in need of a spark inside.
	But another came along
	And though it's difficult to explain,
	She poured herself into him like rain.
	For every raindrop, there was a bean.
	For every stay outside, there was a bean.
	An electric nest of worker bees
	Boiling under his skin.
	They pop like bombs in a
	Tupperware bowl
	And are multiplied each by ten.
	Swelling his quiddity up until
	He feels like his old beanbag self again
	Stuffed Full
	Of Beans

	Shoes socks protect soles from rocks
	And thick coats defend your skin hide you.
	What to do when there' s holes in you?
	You' re a beanbag with no beans inside you.
	Bored, thin, low, on, beans, beans
	He tore his seams on his broken dreams.
	Now he lies around too flat to serve.
	He drags his feet.
	He feels incomplete.
	And bad dogs grind down his last good nerve.
	He' s bored, thin, low, on, beans,
	And he would have stayed that way, too,
	With no way to turn back the tide.
	Ostensibly not so bad, but in need of a spark inside.
	But another came along
	And though it' s difficult to explain,
	She poured herself into him like rain.
	For every raindrop, there was a bean.
	For every stay outside, there was a bean.
	An electric nest of worker bees
	Boiling under his skin.
	They pop like bombs in a
	Tupperware bowl
	And are multiplied each by ten.
	Swelling his quiddity up until
	He feels like his old beanbag self again
	Stuffed Full
	Of Beans

	Shoes socks protect soles from rocks
	And thick coats defend your skin hide you.
	What to do when there' s holes in you?
	You' re a beanbag with no beans inside you.
	Bored, thin, low, on, beans, beans
	He tore his seams on his broken dreams.
	Now he lies around too flat to serve.
	He drags his feet.
	He feels incomplete.
	And bad dogs grind down his last good nerve.
	He' s bored, thin, low, on, beans,
	And he would have stayed that way, too,
	With no way to turn back the tide.
	Ostensibly not so bad, but in need of a spark inside.
	But another came along
	And though it' s difficult to explain,
	She poured herself into him like rain.
	For every raindrop, there was a bean.
	For every stay outside, there was a bean.
	An electric nest of worker bees
	Boiling under his skin.
	They pop like bombs in a
	Tupperware bowl
	And are multiplied each by ten.
	Swelling his quiddity up until
	He feels like his old beanbag self again
	Stuffed Full
	Of Beans

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