[Lyric] Hang up all your hangups (A small bird)

[Verse]
Coming home has never felt the same
Ever since we came to the conclusion to spring clean
After quite a number of years and tearful goodbyes
To stuff we don’t use, we’ve darkened the skies
With baggy pants and shirts from failed progressive campaigns

[Chorus]
It was easy to cope till we hung up all our hangups
Specters in the bathtub, banshees on the banisters
All the old skeletons coming out of the closets
Sunning out on the front lawn

[Verse]
Party fatigue is pursuing me
Doggedly with a knife through the company break room
And I can’t think of nothing and no one, only of home
And all of the clothes I somehow still own
Since winter/fall of 2010

[Verse]
Who knew that hoodies and graphic tees
Could say do many things and that all the things they’d say would be so mean?
The past is lumbering after me
In size 38 jeans;
If I can just make it to the donation drop I’m free
[Chorus]
It’s easy to cope till you hang up all your hangups
Specters in the bathtub, banshees on the banisters
All the old skeletons coming out of the closets
Sunning out on the front lawn, faded Ed Hardy shirts on
And I can’t hope to air out all my laundry
If it’s piled on me
Just let me complain about it
I can’t cope surrounded by the ghosts
Of all my fashion failures
, miserable wonders
Charon’s ship has sunk, and
I am slipping under