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