Hoarder Song

Sink full of dirty dishes
Newspapers all over the floor
Hoover it broke years ago
Doesn’t matter anymore
I don’t care, I don’t care
I’m going outside
Where nobody knows I’m there
I don’t care
This couch is like a hammock
You could say it sags
I don’t recall the last time
I washed this sleeping bag
They say I got a problem
And I think it’s true
Spending most of my lifetime
Being told what to do
Now I don’t care…