Lyric

I walked in for rice

And left with a spin

A wall of bright boxes

And numbers on them

My eyes went soft

My breath went small

Too many labels

Too many calls

I held my cart

Like a railing

Counted to four

Kept myself sailing

The store was too white

Too white, too bright

The store was too white

I kept my head right

Too many choices

Too many signs

The store was too white

So I stayed in line

Shiny fruit rows

Cold air on my skin

A door kept sighing

Every time I went in

I wanted plain soap

I wanted one thing

But every shelf said

Look at everything

I held my cart

Like a railing

Counted to four

Kept myself sailing

The store was too white

Too white, too bright

The store was too white

I kept my head right

Too many choices

Too many signs

The store was too white

So I stayed in line

I stood by the cookies

And stared at the floor

Let the small panic

Pass through the door

One calm thing

One slow breath

One simple answer

And nothing else

The store was too white

Too white, too bright

The store was too white

I kept my head right

Too many choices

Too many signs

The store was too white

But I stayed in line