[Verse 1] Socks in the freezer Keys in the bread box I’m late to my own thought process Mug in the bathroom Phone in the pantry My life’s a half-finished grocery list [Chorus] All these little things don’t add up right But somehow I still turn out fine Spillin’ coffee on the cosmic script Still I sip Still I sip Kitchen sink philosophy If it fits It fits I just live with it [Verse 2] Burnt piece of toast Shape kinda holy I stare like it might answer me back Bills on the fridge Held by a magnet From some place I’ve never been That’s a fact [Chorus] [Bridge] Maybe the meaning’s in Crumbs on the counter Shoelaces tangled Still tied together If every mess Is a little proof I exist Then I’m doing this Perfectly imperfect [Chorus]
