All These Things Paroles

Me and my flatmate riding them
Two miles from here
In the industrial area near the potato chip factory
She looked funny to me

I proceeded to gather dirty clothes
Cause all my stripey socks and t-shirts
Seriously needed a wash
I carefully sniffed the armpits
Of every sweater to see if I could wear them once more
I remember wearing this one
While visiting my mum, she lives like a hundred
Miles away
I was listening to Iron & Wine and James Yorkston
On the train ride home
Through the tears and the snow

I moved on to arrange my paper piles
Don't necessarily need to
Keep all the envelopes from internet record stores Diary
I don't know what's so interesting about the way I felt
Years ago
But now I'm feeling it more

All these things
Distract me from what I'm supposed to be doing
So the cleaning died
But at least I tried