Mindless Things. Post-grunge

Verse 1
I put milk in the cupboard and cereal in the fridge
I burned my toast and threw it off the bridge
I walked in the kitchen and forgot why I came
I tripped on the vacuum and called it a name
We look for the keys that we hold in our hand
Doing mindless things, we never had planned.

Chorus
Oh, life is full of glitches in the day
The stumbles, the mumbles, and things we shouldn't say
You can’t outrun the nonsense, no matter how you try
So tip your hat to the absurd and look it in the eye
Just breathe it in, then let it go
It’s a little comedy, a silly kind of show.

Verse 2
The waiter said "Enjoy," and I said "You too"
Now I’m cringing at the things that I do
I argued with a stranger online for an hour
My "Common Sense" container has started to sour
We trip on flat ground and we push doors marked "Pull"
Our brains are a mess and our heads aren't quite full.

Chorus
Oh, life is full of glitches in the day
The stumbles, the mumbles, and things we shouldn't say
You can’t outrun the nonsense, no matter how you try
So tip your hat to the absurd and look it in the eye
Just breathe it in, then let it go
It’s a little comedy, a silly kind of show.

Verse 3
I hunted for glasses that sat on my head
I checked the locked door ten times before bed
I stopped for my phone, just to find it was gone
I’d left it at home and just kept moving on
We’re ready for the big things, the grandest designs
But we trip on our laces and miss all the signs.

Outro
Put your left shoe on your right foot
And dance a little jig
The world is too small
To let the stupid feel big.
Just let it go.