Bender Grinder - The Garbologist (feat. Bradford Philen) Lyrics

You think you know how this will end
It's some morning after it all happened
It doesn't matter how long ago it actually happened
But what does matter is that
This is the morning when you are ready to move on
Turn over a new leaf, as they say
Before now, you hated that saying
And whoever would say that in the first place
But sometimes a cliche becomes something real again
You're at the trash, but it's not actually trash or a trash can or any variation thereof
It's a cardboard box that's sort of close, but sort of always open
And on each side it reads trash
Because it's full of the shit that you kept
Remnants of him, and you don't know why you kept it
But at the time it seemed like the only rational thing to do
And at the same time it seemed to prove something
Ticket stubs
The Phantom of the opera
You hate the opera
But you thought he thought you were artsy or something like that
So you told him you wanted to go
But really, you just wanted to fall asleep with him somewhere in public
To see how you might hold your hand and if he snored or not
Your palms smeared together so hard it was like you were making love
And no, he didn't snore
Movies
Mostly action or drama flicks at Carmike Cinemas, and there's a stack of them
And you two had your routine to smoking a joint before any and every movie
And you snuck in a plastic bag full of
Sporting events
Whatever
You'd rather watch porno reruns of The Golden Girls
Homemade and hallmark cards
Happy anniversary, thank you, I'm sorry, congratulations
Funny cars with animals doing animal things that translate somehow into something human
Human means what, again
Sacred things
The blank that he blanked with
Pictures of you and him at the beach, in the mountains somewhere in Europe
And a photo booth
The blank
More pictures
This time framed of you
You look cute
And him, he looks well
That blank
The pack of cigarettes you two stole from the seven-Eleven that night you were really drunk
The beads
Beaded necklace, bracelets, more necklaces
Ahem, anal beads that were a joke at first
A blankety blank blank
Why do beads somehow equate to love
There's more shit
Piles of it
You sift through and wonder how you two ever lasted that long
But then you find something at the bottom of the box
That's now really just a box, because it's almost empty
And the trash part of it is lying on the floor all around you
The something is a manila folder
You open it again
Inside there are two pieces of paper
You try to read both, but you don't get past certificate on either
You decide to put all the shit back in the box
And cross out the words trash with the black permanent marker
Like you've done a few times before
You think
What doesn't kill you
Will make you stronger