Lyrics
Did ya dress?
Did ya undress?
Is there a cliche, with a cigarette?
Did ya have to solicit a kiss from the missus or did she submit?
And ya call, this a binge?
Ya know I save that word for, other things
This is a man left on a marathon
And on and on and on and so on
Growing bored of my
Former glory I
Puff out my chest, talent-less
Growing bored of my
Every worry I
Arch my neck, dress, undress
Came in
Moved slow
Was with a friend, I think he must've gone home
With accolades of how adults behave
Cried out, "welcome to hell"
Gaining speed
Upgrade from glacier
Just wish I knew who it was
Doing the chasing couple animals in worn-out clothes
Disintegrating
Growing bored of my
Former glory I
Puff out my chest, talent-less
Growing bored of my
Every worry I
Arch my neck, dress, undress
Had on the same clothing
There were days I wasn't counting
I was sweating, I was frozen
Think I went to a film premier
Wearing down controllers
Staining tables stacked with coasters
Darker hallways, swallowed toothpaste
Think I was meant to be somewhere
And walking under awnings
Got a grasp of where I'm wanted
Discount bins of broken things
And now I'm troubled by the air
The best of bad events
I frayed my laces took a breath
Oh bring me fire, boil water
And now I'd like a beer
Oh God, I'd like a beer