i'm stuck on berri

i'm stuck in montreal

i'm stuck in la fontaine

i'm stuck on a grocery getter

i'm stuck in the back alley where birds fly through the small diamonds of a lattice fence.

i'm stuck in the red oil that covers my fingers after breakfast

i'm stuck in montreal

i'm stuck in a thick soup at chez jose

i'm stuck in the sweat of old montreal, i mean barfly

i'm stuck in an apartment with pizza boxes and cigarettes, out the back window and across the roof, where i am stuck in a bottle of wine

i am stuck inside of this swollen idea of a past

i'm relaxing on the stairs and watching bumper cars

i'm stuck in dolors' kitchen with some espresso and a pair of cut off shorts

i'm stuck in the window with lotte and we're waiting for you to come home

i'm stuck in traffic on sherbrooke and i'm walking

i'm stuck in the greenhouse and i'm in love with the windows that show me your heart

i'm stuck in andrea's pancakes

sugar cookies

i'm stuck in an apricotine

i'm stuck in a green chair that anchored the moon and her creations

i'm staring at the wall and i'm sitting in the shower

i'm stuck in a sinking bathroom which smelled of a century

i''m stuck with myself and he's stuck in montreal.