[00:03.581]This is a sad ****ing song[00:10.122]We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying[00:23.618]How does it feel?[00:30.682]Your night light[00:35.734]Your curling iron[00:54.505]Lit up by the sweat of others[01:03.321]For many's the day[01:09.741]But not from November to May[01:19.613]The floor is littered[01:25.457]With woodchips and apple cores[01:31.376]And hulls of acorns[01:37.643]There is a chattering sound[01:41.731][02:11.013]Because they were squirrels[02:17.542]Real squirrels[02:21.157]And there were thousands[02:26.184]This isn't some kind of metaphor[02:32.434]Goddamn, this is real