Grocery Day

One thousand songs melt my head, but I'm just late for work instead

Not quite dead, even grieving for toy soldiers laced with lead

Brace for body shots, grace and godly thoughts, can I chase the blues way

Hope your day's okay, hope your children play, in a world without coral not grey

Keep your head above the clouds, what you gonna call me now?

When you gonna call me how? When you gonna call me out?

Write about a different time, no one's dad's cool as mine, no one's dad's cool as mine

Mom's so bomb now drop that line

Baby had a baby with the coldest guy

Do I need a reason? Maybe high or the other thing