Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Coffee stains on this list I've found,
In a parking lot, lost, unfound,
Milk and bread, essentials to get by,
In a world that's blurry, under the sky.
(Pre-Chorus)
Eggs and butter, simple things we need,
In a life where nothing's guaranteed,
Frozen peas and chicken thighs,
In this mundane existence, we survive.
(Chorus)
This shopping list, a glimpse of life's routine,
In the aisles of the store, we're unseen,
Lost in the echoes of suburban sighs,
In the melody of our mundane lives.
(Verse 2)
Toothpaste and soap, to wash away,
The stains of yesterday, the disarray,
Apples and oranges, a touch of color,
In this monochrome world, we discover.
(Pre-Chorus)
Paper towels and toilet rolls,
In the cycle of life, our roles,
Cat food and litter, for a furry friend,
In this quiet suburb, where days blend.
(Chorus)
This shopping list, a glimpse of life's routine,
In the aisles of the store, we're unseen,
Lost in the echoes of suburban sighs,
In the melody of our mundane lives.
(Bridge)
Scratched out items, changes in plans,
In the margins, notes of demands,
A window into someone's day,
In this quiet town, where we stay.
[Outro]
Lost in the echoes of suburban sighs,
In the melody of our mundane lives.
(Verse 3)
Cereal boxes, stacked up high,
In the pantry, where dreams lie,
Bananas ripe, a touch of sweetness,
In the midst of life's incompleteness.
(Pre-Chorus)
Cans of soup and jars of sauce,
In the silence, a subtle pause,
A reminder of our daily grind,
In the rhythm of the daily find.
(Bridge)
With each item, a tale to tell,
In the aisles where moments dwell,
In this list, a world unfurled,
In the shopping cart of this suburban world.
(Chorus)
This shopping list, a glimpse of life's routine,
In the aisles of the store, we're unseen,
Lost in the echoes of suburban sighs,
In the melody of our mundane lives.
But in these lines, a story untold,
In the scribbled notes, secrets hold,
In the aisles of the store, we collide,
In the poetry of our everyday stride.
(Outro)
Coffee stains on this list I've found,
In a parking lot, lost, unfound,
In the melody of our mundane lives,
This shopping list, a silent cry.
