Want a good sleep? Then wear these shoes I've erased three photos I've perceived not to be The good wife has made dinner The sounds of pots and spoons Soaring, and i'm on morning Do you excuse your living? Do you excuse yourself? Do you excuse yourself too much? Awake and be honest But i'm guilty in sleep I apologize to friendships I've left in the trees The titanic has me worried The sound of stepping on leaves To dance around Politically Please, no more blurry photos Of the sky Do you excuse your living? Do you excuse yourself? Do you excuse yourself too often now?