To Fold a Fitted Sheet

I've come to accept I'll never do laundry without losing a sock I'll never know how to fold a fitted sheet or... ...even the face in the mirror I just don't know why after having never done so no more than once or twice I still believe I can fly I want to be one of those pretty birds who effortlessly sings spreads its wings and pierces the sky but why try I think sometimes I might be I 'm just another broken butterfly after all I'm always the white knight trying to love one like Jesus I'm good with things on the ground like beer, whiskey, and pool drugs, thugs what walks the street the darkness doesn't consume me it's just comfortable but not my best happy what? do I have to die to fly? you know how I try sending words to the sky believing they'll lift me well laugh out loud I'm just another one in the deluded crowd or maybe nobody gets me yeah the transformer truck beeps and backs down the street it forgets to pick up my garbage that's okay it's just another day I lost a sock tried to fold a fitted sheet and accepted the face in the mirror