Seven Eleven

I took a step outside of myself today
I'm gonna try to care less about the mess I make
Many different times
Many different ways
We worry so much about the smallest things
But on the tip of my tongue, where the truth is stuck
Try to stay clear of the thieves and crooks
You know the futures uncertain
Every plan is subject to change
Flash in the pan can't afford to miss a thing

Seven Eleven
The luckiest one
Born with a number and work to be done
Eat what's left over
The odds and the ends
The same fuss and feathers
They're at it again

In the heat of the sun, white hot, across time and space
Learning to just let go and embrace the strange
Many different times
Many different ways
Dying to run, but I'm stuck in place
The futures uncertain
Every plan is subject to change
A flash in the pan can't afford to miss a thing

Seven Eleven
The luckiest one
We're up in the morning
There's work to be done
Have what's left over
The odds and the ends
Storm in a kettle
They're at it again



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Peterson
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