i don't feel like going anywhere tonight
keep my shoes untied you know where to find me
if you can't be clever then you must be kind
just another line that i read on the marquee
i don't feel like leaving my garage today
an acquired taste the asbestos is lovely
got a broken heater and a microwave
and hot pocket stains on the ceiling above me
i'm so congested festive all of the time
another backseat driver toeing the line
m-m-m-mary messaged me and said that my hair looks nice
but mary doesn't know that i might wanna die
the pressure to smile is wearing me thin
and the high that i'm chasing is making me winded
the lows that i feel leave me in my homestead
my best friend on my deathbed
robby told me that i'd never be comfy
there's a chip on my shoulder
on my back there's a monkey
punching life in the chin
i was born to lose but when i die i'll win