Seems like I'm on a different box each week Hold a crown, play along There's just no end for me In the terms of Honey where's the question You usually ask? Is this the day we get out of here? Is this the day we get out? In the terms of God Have you picked up a real one yet? In the terms of life Are you happy with your choices still? In the terms of sadness Think I'm stuck living With the ideals of a life A moments what I have A week until it all comes back to me So don't bother with your invitation I ain't showing up Too busy staring at my calendar In the terms of sadness Think I'm stuck living With the ideals of a life A moments what I have A week until it all comes back to me So don't bother with your invitation I ain't showing up Too busy staring at my calendar