I Don't Want To Work I Just Want To Bang On This Mug All Day

I've spent the last of 14 months running away from my problems
Trying in vain to catch my breath
But I'll never solve them
It's the reoccurring episode of who knows what, and what goes on
Behind my back
The deck is stacked against me

And you know that you are only temporary
And I am still a mess

I'm organizing books and coffee mugs
I'm waiting for the sunset
I'd do anything just to pass the time
And I'll say this I hope there's open wounds
'Cause if you had to call me I'd hang up and leave you
Stranded on the line

And now I'm heading for a low point
But this is nothing new
I've been doing this since 16
Covering all my bases is just something I've had to do

And you know that you are only temporary
And I am still a mess

I'm organizing books and coffee mugs
I'm waiting for the sunset
I'd do anything just to pass the time
And I'll say this I hope there's open wounds
'Cause if you had to call me I'd hang up and leave you
Stranded on the line

Just like the last time
I know that you'll hide
All of your hindsight
You're just afraid of what you'll become
Just like the last time
I know that you'll hide
All of your hindsight
You're just afraid of what you'll become