I wander between rooms finding myself suddenly occupied with drudgery kept from realizing how bad I need what I don't got Stupid tasks that wouldn't fool anyone I set myself on cuz I'm dumb enough to be tricked to forgetting I ever needed that The house gets cleaner when I want it I find old chests full of pictures and writing, like looking at a stranger I feel I am making lines straight lines that are clean to wander lightly in and lose something I'm trying to forget I am not myself right now I don't know if I will remember