It's the laundry you didn't fold
It's the coffee that's getting cold
It's the leavin' it up to fate
It's the always ten minutes late
It's the thing that you couldn't find
The ingredient left behind
It's the pill that you didn't take
It's the calling it a mistake
Isn't it funny how it makes you doubt
Not to have it figured out
And the idleness will plague you
with some nightmares 'bout yourself
But somewhere along the line, you'll be wishin'
You could go back in time for a vision
Even the greatest minds have a limit
And every good storyline has an intermission