Текст песни Boxes

Boxes full full of plastic That no one wants to buy Stacked in my car Sitting in the drive Having our own label Well, it was pretty nice We helped put out some great stuff Threw some awesome parties Catalogued, dialogued But now there's only boxes One has love letters From yesterday's girls And all those heartfelt mixtapes Returned when lacking Major label backing But then that's another song It's supposed to be an ode To a defunct label Some quaint little ditty At the end of an album