Sticky Notes (lyrics)

I'm not good at many things That I will admit  Things I have to do this week Let me make a list Footprints across city tiles  Really should run that mile  haven’t facetimed in a while  To see that Mona Lisa smile Im not good at many things That I will admit  Things I have to do this week Let me make a list:

Fill up a suitcase with irrelevant items

Empty out my wardrobe just to pack for the wrong climate

Got to buy a birthday card at dollar general

Wouldn't be the first time, oh from there I've gotten several

Im not good at many things That I will admit  Things I have to do this week Let me make a list:

Write a letter to someone I miss Try not to reminisce  Glad that my stupid grin Is 4000 miles hidden  Lyrics in the oven All the words unwritten Cooking in the kitchen

Grocery decisions

Im not good at many things That I will admit  Things I have to do this week Let me make a list: Take myself to a graveyard and become best friends with death Oh, there’s only so much time before I take my final breath  And there’s no getting rid of the inner critique in my head  Oh it’s hard to be happy when I listen to him  Im not good at many things That I will admit  Things I have to do this week Let me make a list:

Sticky notes, come and go 

The nights are fast, the days are slow 

How I even do it all 

It’s some kind of miracle 

Cause I'm not good at many things That I will admit  Oh I'm not good at many things,

but I still persist

Yeah I'm not good at many things,

but I still persist

Oh I'm not good at many things, But I'm good at making lists