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?