Excellent procrastination Should of could of would of by Delahay

It's so easy to look back At all the things I should have done They sit there on the desk I haven't finished even one The days all come and go With the rising and setting of the sun I couldn't say anything I lost But for sure nothing's done Excuses I have plenty While I haven't hit a lick Reasons I have none It kind of makes me sick I've told myself it could be done Like a kind of magic trick The ways we fool ourselves I must admit are really slick I would have sent those faxes Something else got in the way I need to fix the lawn mower It can wait another day I need to send the invitations out To Gene's wedding, there they lay Why have I not done these things There's nothing I can say. Recognized

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