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Driving round staring in a trance
Not like I had plans besides twiddling my hands
Washing then drying and putting away the pots and pans
Other than that I’m just leaving it up to chance
Coordinated my life, for what it slipped right through the cracks
I guess God had to show me that nobodies above the fact
Outcomes are endless margins big as the universe
Always under packed, don’t even carry around a purse
No time for fun so I barely sit to rehearse
Words come out so strong, whether poetry or a verse
Wonder if you will get me before I’m laying in a hearse
If only we could stop time or maybe put it in reverse
It wouldn’t matter how long we were crying, aching in hurt
