what does it take to be satisfied?

Let's start the day, with a plan,
You will wait to be sad,
Bottle it in until tonight,
And then you can fucking cry your eyes out,
Gently into the night.

So I will list all the things that I like,
Sleeping in,
And cold, cold nights,
And pretty girls,
And funny cats,
And video games,
And gothic tats

So I'll consume every moment that I'm free.
It's hard to be stressed,
But it's even harder to breathe.
I need something, I don't know what I need,
But it's something else I think I need.

Why does everyone keep telling me to fight?
I'm too tired to rage against the dying of the light
Starting to think I won't find what I need,
Or that I'll ever get 8 hours of sleep.

Are there happy endings?
Or just tolerable ones?
I need a break, I need a blunt.
I fucking do this every month.
Can I be satisfied just this once?

Let's start tomorrow with a plan,
You won't leave your fucking bed.
Glue your eyes to a screen,
Just long enough not to scream.
Fantasize about suicide all you want,
Just don't actually leave.

So here's a list of all the things not to think about:
Money, your body,
Your job, your town,
How you felt yesterday,
How you feel right now,
How you'll feel everyday
If you don't blow your brains out.

And I'll feel sick every hour that I work,
And getting out of bed will fucking hurt.
Deep down is there something that I need?
Or is this how it's supposed to be?

Why does everyone keep telling me to fight?
I'm too lazy to rage against the dying of the light
Starting to think I won't find what I need,
Or that I'll ever get 8 hours of sleep.

Are there happy endings?
Or just tolerable ones?
I need a break, I need a blunt.
I fucking do this every month.
Can I be satisfied just this once?