I got the bags hooked, keys in the basket, coats on the rack, but it’s still
unsettling
When I mess with the AC, open a window, straighten a frame in every single
hallway
Clean out the kitchen sink and I’m missing something, six a.m. is coming around
Maybe the shower and coffee will save me, maybe
I’m not stuck, I’m just love-lost, but it’s just love to leave you in ruts
I’m trying to do stuff to do away with love, to leave you lost
I’m not, not, not, not, not gonna do it again
I’m not, not, not, not, not, not that stupid
But love is
Love is
Loves stupid
Loves stupid
I’m doing it all right, I haven’t read one book
Tried to look up at the pictures that you took
Instead I build shelves and display what I don’t need
Display what I won’t read
I’m not stuck, I’m just love-lost, but it’s just love to leave you in ruts
I’m trying to do stuff to do away with lonely love
It never claimed to be smart or told us it would fix this
Told us to fall at the feet before listening
Loves stupid
But it never claimed to be smart or told us it would fix this
Told us to fall at the feet before thinking
Loves stupid