Lyrics Folding Chairs - Batts

Folding Chairs

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