Running Errands

I am the words on my grocery list i remain stationary
I hardly exist i'm directed down aisles where i'll just stare
As you pick it's the flaw in the plan that i knew all along
It's the stain on the pants that won't ever come off
Tie my hands to the lamp post and pray that i never get caught

Sweet apple pie memory stain how i swore on my life i'd never remain
In the back of the laundromat where it last called my name
Sweet punctual memory games test the time that it takes me
To rearrange every word on my list, the excuses i have to exist.



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Writer(s): Urban Vacation
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