Kitchen Chores Lyrics

The apples in the basket in the kitchen

Have been rotting there for days

And I can't seem to get myself up out of bed

And back into the rain

It seems the days get colder

The farther 'way from Georgia

That I get

But it feels so much warmer

To sit here in the corner

Even if it keeps me soaking wet

I've been walking but it don't seem to matter

To my hands

(No it don't really matter

No it don't really matter, no)

And I've been dreaming

Of how sweet a victory would feel again

If only you could teleport then I would not feel

So damn hurt sometimes

You could be my rocket man, make one less

Lonely lady friend tonight

The milk inside the back fridge has been sour for a

Month and I'm to blame

Keeping all my doors and windows shut would

Surely please the FDA

I don't wanna see the lovely folks that greet ya

In the grocery store

Maybe that's the reason this February season

Turned out to be such a goddamn bore

I've been walking but it don't seem to matter

To my hands

(No it don't really matter

No it don't really matter, no)

And I've been dreaming of how sweet a victory

Would feel again

If only you could teleport then I would not feel so

Damn hurt sometimes

Maybe I'll take off a week to travel down and kiss

Your cheek, if you don't mind

If that's alright with you

If that sounds fine with you