(Verse 1) In the back of my fridge, where time stands still, There's a jar of pickles, and they've lost their thrill. But I won't give up on them, no, I won't let them go, 'Cause throwing out expired food, well, it hurts my soul. (Chorus) Expired food, expired milk, It's not a waste, it's not a guilt trip. I'll take a bite, I'll pour a glass, It might be past its prime, but it's still gonna last. (Verse 2) There's a loaf of bread, it's a little bit stale, But with some toast and butter, it'll never fail. And that carton of milk, well, it's turned a bit sour, But in my cereal, it still has power. (Chorus) Expired food, expired milk, It's not a waste, it's not a guilt trip. I'll take a bite, I'll pour a glass, It might be past its prime, but it's still gonna last. (Bridge) Some might say I'm reckless, some might say I'm brave, But I won't let good food meet an early grave. Though expiration looms, its spirit thrives, In every bite, adventure arrives. I'll be just fine. I'll be just fine. I'll be just fine. I'll be just fine. (Verse 3) There's a pack of crackers, they've lost their crunch, But with some cheese and olives, it's still a lunch. And those canned tomatoes, they're a bit past their prime, But in a stew or sauce, they're still divine. (Chorus) Expired food, expired milk, It's not a waste, it's not a guilt trip. I'll take a bite, I'll pour a glass, It might be past its prime, but it's still gonna last. (Outro) Consequences? Ha! They're for the meek, I scoff at danger, in its face, I peek. Food poisoning? Oh, what a jest, I'll feast on expired food with zest. For in my world, there's no room for doubt, I'll dine on expired food, and proudly shout. No mishaps yet, I've been just fine, In my confidence, I'll be just fine. I'll be just fine I'll be just fine I'll be just fine. I'll be just fine.
