Premeditated Tuesdays

[Verse 1]
Alarm at ten
I let it ring
Toast burns slow
Phone still on airplane thing
Flat white gone cold
Mail in a leaning stack
Jury duty letter
Face up in the crack

[Chorus]
I don't like making plans for the day
Then words like premeditated get thrown my way
In a room where they spell my name wrong twice
Swear I just rolled out of bed
Not rolling loaded dice

[Verse 2]
Tram runs late
Sun hits hard
Suit and tie
Still got a beach-house tan line
Far
Someone asks
"Did you think this all through?"
Mate
I barely planned
My left and right shoe

[Chorus]
I don't like making plans for the day
Then words like premeditated get thrown my way
In a room where they spell my name wrong twice
Swear I just rolled out of bed
Not rolling loaded dice

[Bridge]
Yeah I said I'd swing by Tuesday
(If the surf stayed flat)
You wrote it down like scripture
Highlighter
Underlined that
Now there’s twelve bored strangers
And a calendar on display
All I really wanted
Was an unremarkable day

[Chorus]
I don't like making plans for the day
Then words like premeditated get thrown my way
In a room where they spell my name wrong twice
Swear I just rolled out of bed
Not rolling loaded dice
I don't like making plans for the day
If I showed up
It was fate just losing its way
Tell the court I'm guilty of being late
But I never planned
To plan my own fate
 

Written, produced - Rick Dean
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