| I’m fucking hideous and spiteful
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| When I’m left to my devices
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| I soak my tentacles in ice baths
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| If you feel a draft
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| I’ll be home indoors, I’ll be home indoors
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| Because I’m wasting away my life
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| And gifts on being a jellyfish
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| Same thing I wish for every new year
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| 'Cause I’m lazy and a loser
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| They don’t come true
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| I’m blaming everyone but myself
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| I’ll be home indoors, I’ll be home indoors
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| Because I’m wasting away my life
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| And gifts on being a piece of shit
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| Should I go shake out on the sidewalk
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| Or should I stay inside and shine in artificial light
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| If I could I would do it so much better off than try
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| I won’t be failing if I don’t so
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| I’ll sit with stingers ready
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| In case somebody comes
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| To fill my head with petty jealousy
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| And show me all the things I could be doing
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| If I were a vertebrate, but it’s comfortable
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| Not wondering at all if I’d have made it
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| Should I have stayed at home in doors
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| I’ll be home indoors
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| Because I’m wasting away my life
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| And gifts on being a piece of shit
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| I’m being a piece of shit
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| You’re right I’m a jellyfish |