Recycling
[Verse 1]
Rolling on his back like an ocelot
Crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me

[Verse 2]
Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape
Trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me

[Bridge]
Yeah, bugs me out
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
I didn't know I'd had enough
Now we're on the same page
Now we're on the same page

[Verse 3]
Circling the gap like you don't know what you hold
Drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me
[Verse 4]
Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars
We've been carving little symbols in the bark
Nothing really bugs me out
Nothing really bugs me out

[Outro]
So let it go
There's nothing I could tell you that you don't already know