Now it's 10am and I'm startling slow   I've got a shirt like a couch, belt unbuckled below   It's an awful fit and it's all for show   And it's framing a face you'll see for the first time      Now it's 2pm and I'm ready to go   I've got my face face-down feeling gravity grow   I've got six set of sneakers set out in a row   Or I'm out the door and onto the punchline      And I forget just what it is I was hoping for   I forget that I know   That I've never even heard you speak   And all my words just jump and squeak   With this awkwardness      But I thought that was just a line   "I'm concerned and you're consigned"   I thought you were someone else   I thought this shirt was pretty fucking swell