December 27th, my dad walked in
I was 18 years old
He said, “Our trash can’s blown over
The trash is all scattered across other people’s lawns”

So I put on a jacket
And I forgot my gloves
We went outside
It was cold as fuck

He gave me a trashcan, pointed across the street
Our trash was everywhere
So we went at it like an easter egg hunt
Always more to be found

The wind started blowing
Every time I took my hands
Out of my fucking pockets
Shove 'em back in again

Bags from Kohl’s and Target
Different colored giftwrap
Thousands of receipts

I walked from lawn to lawn
I skipped the ones with fences
And I grabbed all I could
Yes, I grabbed all I could

I waited on the sidewalk
For my dad, I mean
But I couldn’t find him
He was nowhere to be seen