It goes something like this



Scattered things

Resulting in loss of keys

And loss of keys

Equals loss of time

Searching far and wide

In a bombsite

Called a bedroom

And when you have spent half an hour searching

You should probably just give up

Because they’re in there somewhere you know

And funnily enough

The next day all it takes is a clear, calmer mind

And there they come out of seemingly nowhere

And remembering the panic leads to resolution

Of a resting place

So the same thing is not to be repeated

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