On My Couch

lines on the pavement beg
"this is how you escape"
so i pack my bag for a trip i won't take
i'm on a quest to a cold hospital bed
so i close the blinds turn off the lights
and fall in love with nothing

oh i wanna go out
but i'm so spaced out
oh i gotta figure this out
but i'm too busy dreaming on my couch

tried to wait for the sun but i fell asleep
thought maybe the sunrise would make me complete
but i woke up at twelve thirty my stomach's hurting
nothing wrong with calling quits when you feel useless

so let's go to brunch
pretend our lives don't suck
woke up hungover fell asleep drunk
guess this is what passes for fun

oh i wanna go out
but i'm so burnt out
oh i gotta figure this out
but i'm too busy sleeping on my couch

wake up early i've already had enough
keep looking for that penny lucky side up



Credits
Writer(s): John Gottlieb
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