(Verse 1) I started out with optimism, smiling and so bold Thinking five or six cardboard boxes would hold everything I owned But now I’m knee-deep in the bubble wrap, taped into a chair And I found a half-eaten sandwich from a year ago in there Where did I get forty mugs? Why do I own a broken clock? And why on earth am I packing up a single, dirty sock? My back is screaming "mercy," my knees are making sounds As I drag this heavy mattress up and down and out of bounds. (Chorus) Oh, moving day, moving day, the definition of hell Living out of plastic bags and sleeping in a shell You lose the tape, you lose your mind, you lose the front door key If anyone wants to buy a house, please don't look at me! Yeah, moving day, moving day, the struggle is so real I’d sell my soul right now for a pizza and a beer. (Verse 2) The friends I bribed with pizza have suddenly gone ghost The guy with the big pickup truck is who I needed most So here I am with instructions to an IKEA wardrobe shelf Trying to decipher pictures and fighting with myself Is this screw part "A" or "B"? Why is the floor so scratched? I've misplaced my sanity, and the new keys won't unlatch There's boxes in the kitchen, there's boxes on the bed I think I’ll just sleep on the floor and cover up my head. (Chorus) Oh, moving day, moving day, the definition of hell Living out of plastic bags and sleeping in a shell You lose the tape, you lose your mind, you lose the front door key If anyone wants to buy a house, please don't look at me! Yeah, moving day, moving day, the struggle is so real I’d sell my soul right now for a pizza and a beer.
