Wake up alone and I lack the conviction
To go out and face the world on my own
The voice in my head is trying to tell me
That today would be better spent curled up in a ball
Just give me another hour of sleep I'm tired and
I just wanna lay around on my own
I don't want the hassle I don't wanna hurry
I just wanna hang around the house on my own
Why do I feel like my life is ending
Why do I feel that my life isn't mine
Why do I need these vain distractions
I think it's time to get on with my life
I have a set of clothes that no-one has seen
And I can lay around the house and eat what I want
I'm so disaffected and misdirected
I'm the king of couch and I wield a remote
The TV is on and it holds me so close
And I feel like I'm living the lives on the screen
And them I am back and I land on the ground
And I am suddenly ripped from this cathode ray dream
Why do I feel like my life is ending
Why do I feel that my life isn't mine
Why do i need these vain distractions
I think it's time to get on with my life