I found the pack of cigarettes that you were always quittingnYou always leave a mess purging your pockets in the laundrynnAll your clothes were donated because none of them fit menMy legs are too longnnThe thrift store is so cold and the service is lousynI want to punch the clerk's lights out as he accepts the shirtnThat was a present and the first time that I ever spent moneynI was two or three counting on my fingersnI should've bought you a drinknnThe events move faster than I can show my angernI want to practice my contempt to not be pushed overnnI tell your story like a thrifty booknWith the previous owner who highlighted the parts they liked the most