You can always find a warm place that will smile backwards at you
Filled with fine folks that can't get their fingers out of their mouths
But one night, when sleep fell out of favor
I decided to shuffle around my furniture
And I couldn't stop cleaning
Till the sponge was sore and the sponges bleeding
I left a mess all over the floor
Then I left through the window just to spare the door
Of a house that burned down before I was born
Chores carried out in a vacuum
Or shoving a stone up a hill