Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack

Straight from Soupy:

I woke up today and put all my shit in boxes. It’s eight a.m. so I’m glad I wasn’t out late. I woke up today. I guess it’s good I hadn’t finished unpacking all of this in the first place. The suburbs have abandoned me. I’ve had the same best friend since ’93. I call, he’s not answering. I can’t get comfortable on my own street. I’m not fond of South Philly or how my neighbors love ICP. I guess it’s better than Bancroft Street. At least the fridge here works and the walls don’t leak. At least I’m starting to see what’s left for me. We moved on again so I packed my shit and left home. It’s alright to think I still belong to something I don’t because I can see why you’d think so. Nothing made me feel further away than ‘Left and Leaving’ through a blown car stereo. Nothing made me feel closer to home than ‘Ready to Die’ through my headphones. So, we reached the coast. Where do we sleep tonight? Damned if I know. We’ll try to stay at the airport. “You can’t send us home, man. We’ve got no place to go.” Don’t say it’s up to me. The creaks in the floorboards are calling out to me. I’m laying here again with my head on my backpack, wrapped in my hoodie. This is how it is when... I stacked ‘Lonelier than God’ next to ‘You Get So Alone Sometimes.’ I know how this must look from the outside. It took almost thirteen months for me to be where I feel fine. I’m not as sad as I let myself believe sometimes.

Honestly, the Upsides has become my moving soundtrack. From packing up my room in my mom's house playing the Upsides on repeat singing along with my brother to every single time I've moved since then. I've been here for a bit over 3 years and I'm finally at a place where I feel fine. This is the "moving song" in my mind, such memories of moving around South Philly getting better and better.

I woke up today And put all my shit in boxes. It's 8:00 AM, so I'm glad I wasn't out late. And I woke up today. Guess it's good, I hadn't finished. I'm packing all of this in the first place.

Suburbs have abandoned me. I've had the same best friend since '93. I call, he's not answering. No. I can't get comfortable on my own street.

I'm not fond of south Philly Or how my neighbors love ICP. I guess it's better than Bancroft street. At least the fridge here works and the walls don't leak, at least.

I'm starting to see what's left for me. I'm starting to.

We've moved on again so I packed my shit and left home. It's alright to think I still belong to something. I don't. Guess I can see why you'd think so.

Nothing made me feel further away Than "Left and Leaving" through a blown car stereo. Nothing made me feel closer to home

So we reached the coast, but where do we sleep tonight? Damned if I know. We'll try to stay at the airport. They can't send us home and we've got no place to go.

We've moved on again so I packed my shit and left home. It's alright to think I still belong to something. I don't. Guess I can see why you'd think so.

Don't say it's up to me.

For some reason, the floor boards are calling out to me. I'm laying here again with my head on my backpack, wrapped in my hoodie.

I know how this must look from the outside It took almost 13 months For me to be where I feel fine I'm not as sad as I'll let myself believe sometimes

I love the Bukowski and Weakerthan refrences!

"Nothing made me feel closer to home than "Ready to Die" through my headphones" should be added in after the "Left and Leaving" part

This song is the shit. So relatable

One thing that's always bothered me about this song is the missing lyrics near the end.

Between:

For some reason, the floor boards are calling out to me. I'm laying here again with my head on my backpack, wrapped in my hoodie.

It SHOULD say:

"I stacked lonelier than god" next to "you get so alone sometimes"

I know how this must look from the outside It took almost 13 months For me to be where I feel fine I'm not as sad as I'll let myself believe sometimes