| Did ya dress?
|
| Did ya undress?
|
| Is there a cliche, with a cigarette?
|
| Did ya have to solicit a kiss from the missus or did she submit?
|
| And ya call, this a binge?
|
| Ya know I save that word for, other things
|
| This is a man left on a marathon
|
| And on and on and on and so on
|
| Growing bored of my
|
| Former glory I
|
| Puff out my chest, talent-less
|
| Growing bored of my
|
| Every worry I
|
| Arch my neck, dress, undress
|
| Came in
|
| Moved slow
|
| Was with a friend, I think he must’ve gone home
|
| With accolades of how adults behave
|
| Cried out, «welcome to hell»
|
| Gaining speed
|
| Upgrade from glacier
|
| Just wish I knew who it was
|
| Doing the chasing couple animals in worn-out clothes
|
| Disintegrating
|
| Growing bored of my
|
| Former glory I
|
| Puff out my chest, talent-less
|
| Growing bored of my
|
| Every worry I
|
| Arch my neck, dress, undress
|
| Had on the same clothing
|
| There were days I wasn’t counting
|
| I was sweating, I was frozen
|
| Think I went to a film premier
|
| Wearing down controllers
|
| Staining tables stacked with coasters
|
| Darker hallways, swallowed toothpaste
|
| Think I was meant to be somewhere
|
| And walking under awnings
|
| Got a grasp of where I’m wanted
|
| Discount bins of broken things
|
| And now I’m troubled by the air
|
| The best of bad events
|
| I frayed my laces took a breath
|
| Oh bring me fire, boil water
|
| And now I’d like a beer
|
| Oh God, I’d like a beer |