Sick to my stomach
I’m trying to find the cure for me
Trying to find more mint to drip in my tea
I am bored and boring
And walking around in superstores is my idea of having fun.
Why am I so damn dumb?
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking for someone who slightly feels the same.
Freedom in the way we walk and talk
That’s probably all I want.
And all I’ve always wanted anyway.
Last night I got all persuaded
Today I broke the law.
Tomorrow claims it is unlucky
Yet I’m finding face up pennies everywhere.
I’m a quasi germaphobe so of course I am not picking them up
I’ve already hit the jackpot.
Zero cents to my name
Just a thought to think.
But I don’t think I’d need to anymore
I’ve got an inkling that I’ve found some mint for my tea this week.
Finally.
Even though it’s probably packing up and leaving soon
I take a swig
I’m guilty.
I didn’t know what to say or do
I thought Birkenstocks were just oversized socks and not shoes.
“What a fucking moron,” most people would think.
But four times of a million
Whatever I am is celebrated.
Whatever this is
I like this.
This is fun.
Whatever this is
This is something.
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016