Im making a to-do list
Even though I know just what to do
Writing it out bullet by bullet
Thinking it over and over
Maybe I should just do it
That thought is probably true
But today I’ll just be a dreamer
Tomorrow I’ll follow through
I’m sliding down a slippery slope
Yesterday’s tomorrow is today
And today is the day
It’s true
Inside this brain, I’ve dealt with
Sometimes there’s just so much I can do
I feel my palms sweating excuses
As I sit on this couch of doom
But I just keep writing bullets
On a list I’ll never do
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