Folding Chairs - Batts

I just bought some folding chairs

A table that has folding legs

I’m getting rid of all my shit

There’s piles and piles and piles of it

I read a book on clearing out

It’s meant to rid me of all doubt

I’ve started up your cooking

It’s meant to help me feel zen

But as I lay there on my mat

You entered my thoughts, stop doing that

I’m tired

I’m tired

Listen to some Bonnie Raitt

Invite some of my friends over

Drink some wine and eat some cheese

All I want to do is please

Working hard for no return

I unfold my chair and sit to learn

What the hell am I to do?

There is no way of pleasing you

I’m tired

I’m tired

Working hard for no return

Unfold my chair and sit to learn

I look and nothing’s here

Now I am riddled with fear

I read a book on clearing out

Now I am filled with self doubt

Nothing I do is good enough

Pack it up, I’ve had enough