I haven't seen much of my kitchen lately
We just sit and watch all the veggies grow
Been 10 months since I paid my bond
And it's worn me down like a violin bow
Constant movement back and forth
Could you text me back when you get the chance?
Same pair of PJs for 4 days straight
I'm just another victim to the default dance
There's a stack of plates right behind my PC
From all the toast I consume per hour
Could stack them each in a matter of minutes
Or I could make my recluse Jenga tower
People dream of going places
Like London, England or Paris, France
But the one thing that I truly hope for
Is a looser grip from the default dance
It's a fine line between lounge and lazy
Don't pull me up till I know for sure
8 hour Youtube compilations
Wear me down till my eyes get sore
What if all this was pointless?
A future left unenhanced
By the prospect of an early grave
When I sell my soul to the default dance?