[Intro]
[Acoustic guitar and faint room tone]

[Verse 1]
Six-fifteen AM at Wiegand's back counter
Five cartons oil-rubbed bronze, one Schluter roll
She killed the ensuite 'fore we swung the hammer
Now I'm holding receipts that don't have a soul

[Verse 2]
Returns girl says custom orders ain't refundable
Thirty days gone since I pulled them for her
I stood there realizing, too late for wisdom
Emotional labour don't carry a SKU

[Chorus]
No store credit for square footage measured
Measured twice
No store credit for square footage measured
Measured twice

[Verse 3]
Loading the boxes back into the F-150
Frozen exhaust hanging white in the dark
She'll sit in my garage by the broken snowblower
'Cause trashing it means that the dream's truly dead

[Chorus]
No store credit for square footage measured
Measured twice
No store credit for square footage measured
Measured twice

[Bridge]
Snowblower froze up in oh-eight
Now the bronze joins the graveyard of hope
If I toss them in, the job's over
So they stay, breathing dust in the cold

[Outro]
[Frozen exhaust fades]
[Guitar out]