I’m not picking up after this lot

The weekend pursuits and all their mess

I would rather litter the roads with a cluttered mind

Retire the point but we can’t stay godless

Reach for your tools or whatever you brought

The mess is weakening our basement

Exemplary sinners with crimes of commitment

I knew I loved you all along but I haven’t told you yet

Stuck in line to go upside down

Holding hands with my faults and their mess

Forgetting to protect some of my sanity

Stumbled along forgetting what was left

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