Doing it All

I took the pills. Took the long way home Nirvana blared through heavy atmosphere I cleaned up and took the dog outside in the rain I watched some evening news Continued making things nice so when the others come home they will be happy Washed my hands, poured ice water Took a new picture of myself Put it online Put on a comfy shirt Started recording the Red Wings game Turned off the TV Took out my guitar Pressed record on the smartphone laying there Played what I played for twenty-two minutes Did more things, making nice, getting comfy Sat at computer Turned on Elliott Smith's new release, "I Figured You Out" Wrote this rubbish, cause I'm doing it all Turned on "I Figured You Out" again This time no headphones Loud over the computer speakers The walls need to hear this song So does the dog Cracked a large bottle of Stella Artois Poured it in a glass All so I can turn on that Red Wings game and start doing nothing at all.

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