Trader Joe's Lyrics

You walk into Trader Joe's

With a waist trainer on over your clothes

Squeezing every single avocado

Daydream about the grotto

From your trip to Cabo

Live laugh love is the motto

Stay high like castrato

Short but sweet pizzicato

Never think too long or too hard

Meet him out at the bar

You text your therapist

But you're discharged

She never heeds your call

Old habits die hard

The stratosphere's still far from the stars

Got your head in the clouds

33,000 miles

Wanted to fly since you were a child

Old habits die hard

You walk in like no one knows

About the white powder dusted on your nose

Screaming nonsense, emptying the contents

Of your mind and no one's playing defense

Why oh why do I try

Why oh why do I try

Old habits die hard

The stratosphere's still far from the stars

Got your head in the clouds

33,000 miles

Wanted to fly since you were a child

Old habits die