I can't buy any more
Don't have anywhere to store
These supplies
DIY am I this way?
Seasons are a-changin'
Gotta clean out this room
So I grab my vacuum, dusting cloth
And my trusty broom
I open up the closet
It's nearly been three years
Something rolls across the floor
And brings me right to tears
I meant to do some knitting
With those needles of bamboo
But instead they've just been sitting
Another craft I didn't do
I can't buy any more
Don't have anywhere to store
These supplies
DIY am I this way?
Propping up the box of yarn
Are mushrooms, grow your own
I planned to do that in the barn
But all those plans were blown
The canvas and acrylic paint
A portrait could have been
Instead it lies there white and blank
Filling up the bin
I reach in the container
Through glitter and through glue
Below are sewing patterns
The fabric's in here, too
I can't buy any more
Don't have anywhere to store
These supplies
DIY am I this way?
All laid out in front of me
Stamps, crochet, calligraphy
Thirteen books on how to draw
My craft addiction's quite the flaw
But I'll heed that siren call
One day, I'll do it all
I can't buy any more
Don't have anywhere to store
These supplies
DIY am I this way?