Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Verse 1
I fold my laundry like a toddler does origami
Got unmatched socks, and a shirt from 2003
The dishes in the sink just stare me down
I think the sponge might skip this town
Verse 2
I burn the toast and forget the trash on Thursdays
I’ve never met a receipt I didn’t keep
I leave lights on in every room I exit
And my keys take vacations without telling me
Chorus
But baby, I’m sloppy — not careless, just free
Like a song with too many bridges and in the wrong key
I’ll love you with typos, spilled wine, and bad math
I’ll show up too early… or ten minutes past
Verse 3
I talk too long, I laugh too loud in diners
I still write checks ‘cause my app won’t sign in
I eat cereal for dinner, soup straight from the can
But I’ll listen real close and do my best to understand
Bridge
My calendar’s a jungle of scribbles and delay
I plant good intentions — they bloom half-way
But if you need a hug at 2 a.m. don’t you see
I’ve got flannel, peanut butter,
And a corner of the chaos just for you and me
Chorus
Yeah, baby, I’m sloppy — but I show up true
With my heart slightly sideways and my shirt untucked for you
You want polished? I get it… but baby that’s not me
I’m sloppy — but I love you beautifully
Outro
Yeah, I’m sloppy…
But I love you completely
Verse 1
I fold my laundry like a toddler does origami
Got unmatched socks, and a shirt from 2003
The dishes in the sink just stare me down
I think the sponge might skip this town
Verse 2
I burn the toast and forget the trash on Thursdays
I’ve never met a receipt I didn’t keep
I leave lights on in every room I exit
And my keys take vacations without telling me
Chorus
But baby, I’m sloppy — not careless, just free
Like a song with too many bridges and in the wrong key
I’ll love you with typos, spilled wine, and bad math
I’ll show up too early… or ten minutes past
Verse 3
I talk too long, I laugh too loud in diners
I still write checks ‘cause my app won’t sign in
I eat cereal for dinner, soup straight from the can
But I’ll listen real close and do my best to understand
Bridge
My calendar’s a jungle of scribbles and delay
I plant good intentions — they bloom half-way
But if you need a hug at 2 a.m. don’t you see
I’ve got flannel, peanut butter,
And a corner of the chaos just for you and me
Chorus
Yeah, baby, I’m sloppy — but I show up true
With my heart slightly sideways and my shirt untucked for you
You want polished? I get it… but baby that’s not me
I’m sloppy — but I love you beautifully
Outro
Yeah, I’m sloppy…
But I love you completely

![Mood Lighting
You came home carrying another lamp
Wrapped like a newborn child
Brushed aluminum, Danish wood
Minimalist and mild
You said, “This one was recommended
By some expert for the mind”
I said, “Last month it was the amber-white bulb
That would fix you by design”
You arranged it near the sofa
Into the outlet went the plug
Then you sat there in the holy glow
Of your tiny private sun
[Chorus]
Oh, darling, sadness isn’t something
A better lamp can stop
You can’t buy peace of mind
Like rich folks buying yachts
You said that I don’t understand these things
And maybe that was true
But no lamp worth two thousand dollars
Should leave somebody blue
[Verse 2]
The apartment slowly filled with light ing
Chrome-necked and museum neat
One lamp “for focus,” one “for mornings”
One that helps you fall asleep
There were catalogues across the coffee table
Blondes in linen pants
Standing beside illuminated cubes
And aggressively tasteful plants
You circled items with a marker
Like a code that you could crack
I found receipts inside your handbag
Long enough to make me snap
[Chorus]
Oh, darling, sadness isn’t a symptom
Of bad interior design
No Norwegian architect alive
Can straighten out your mind
You stare into so many glowing screens
Like people searching for proof
While I cook pasta in the kitchen
And wish that I knew what to do
[Bridge]
One night during a thunderstorm
The power finally died
You lit a candle from the junk drawer
Then you laughed until you cried
You said, “Maybe I just wanted proof
That something could switch on”
Then we sat there in the darkness
Till nearly dawn
[Final Verse]
Now sometimes when the days grow short
You still browse some design site
But mostly we just leave the curtains open
And go for walks at night
There’s still one absurdly expensive lamp
Beside the bed upstairs
It doesn’t cure a single thing
But the room looks nice with it there
It doesn’t cure a single thing, baby
But the room looks nice with it there Mood Lighting](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sCkdukstJLg/mqdefault.jpg)





![Agree to Disagree by Lisa Jeanette (Cover version) [demo]
Lets just agree to disagree.
Original version https://youtu.be/XefOrni-YQ4?si=wJZzezFu1TpNiCRB Agree to Disagree by Lisa Jeanette (Cover version) [demo]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/v6Q0v_F1dPY/mqdefault.jpg)

![Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby
Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby
[Intro]
I’m happy being the person
Who censors movies shown on planes
I remove swear words and extreme parts
So only safe stuff remains
[Verse]
Everyone can see what you’re watching
When you’re sitting in your seat
So I make the films OK for anyone to absorb
If they should take a peek
A 7-year-old headed to to the lavatory
Won’t see extreme things if they look
And If you need more plot than what I’ve left you
I suggest you read a book
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Verse]
Any foul language that appears
Is the first stuff that gets removed
Then I chop out any steamy scenes
Where the actors appear completely nude
For sure I’ll keep some action in
Just enough to keep things exciting
But nobody needs more than a minute or two
Of people who are fighting
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Bridge]
And of course films shown on an airplane
Can’t show any plane crashes
We don’t want passengers to get hysterical
And think they’re gonna end up ashes
But thankfully, plane crash movies
are the movies I never get sent
Studios know if I got a hold of them
In the end, there’d be no movie left
After I did all my edits
The only things left would be the credits
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Outro]
Malfunctions happen on a plane
And you don’t want to be going down
With your brain thinking the wrong things
Which it won’t as long as I’m around
Which it won’t as long as I’m around
I’m the airplane film censor, Baby
And I’ll get you into heaven, Baby
If your plane plummets to the ground Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vZTEOmYi6cs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Muscle Memory
[Intro]
My brain can remember every person I’ve punched
I’ve kicked butt and taken names before most folks eat lunch
And people hope, when I’m full of aggression,
That I’ll take my anger out in a bad guy’s direction
[Verse 1]
When I’m throwing down, I don’t do much thinking
It’s like I’m watching from above—my limbs just start syncing
So here’s a word of warning to anyone who might upset me:
My moves come from a thing called muscle memory
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the cello or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores
[Verse 2]
When I get angry, my limbs react with precision—
Not because I’ve made some conscious decision
The reason I can throw all these punches and kicks aplenty
Is I trained myself hard to build up my muscle memory
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the trumpet or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores
[Bridge]
When I first started brawling, I didn’t have muscle memory
I’d miss 95 percent of the folks I tried to hit
I’d take a swing and just push air around—
If I were a batter, you’d call that a whiff
So I bought myself a pair of boxing gloves
And I bought myself a secondhand punching bag
And I spent many long hours repeating the moves of a pugilist
Until I felt I got em all down pat
And from that very humble beginning,
There’s not a fight I don’t see myself winning
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the fiddle or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores Muscle Memory](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wUmR4UWiURk/mqdefault.jpg)