Canadian Tuxedo

I walked into Trader Joe's

decked out in jean from head to toe

and a worker came down the aisle

he said "canadian tuxedo,

"haven't seen one in a while"

I gave him a smile

said "I'm bringing back the style"

suddenly I felt like an insincere little child

randomly recalled I had a question to ask

but it started to feel like too big of a task

my laces came undone

as I stepped through the exit

although I saved my head

I scraped my knees, and they bled

I've got a long way to go

before I'm home free

they tried to clean me up with a mop

as if I were shit out by a dog

or an empathetic doctor

who went crazy by default

I've got a long way to go

before I'm home free

walked out of Trader Joe's

hanging my head down very low

didn't know what to do next

so I walked down the sidewalk

and crossed where the roads intersect

I don't know where to go anymore

I lost my cool at the grocery store

now I don't know where I'm at

canadian tuxedo

want to throw it in the trash

it stuck to my hand

as I tried to let go

I don't quite know what I want

but I know that I'm close

I've got a little more ways to go

before I'm home free

I put the jacket back on

and continue my song

still don't know just how far

but it won't be too long

I've got a little more ways to go

before I'm home free

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