Avant Gardener

I sleep in late
Another day
Oh, what a wonder
Oh, what a waste
It's a Monday
It's so mundane
What exciting things will happen today?

The yard is full of hard rubbish, it's a mess and
I guess the neighbors must think we run a meth lab
We should amend that, I pull the sheets back
It's 40 degrees and I feel like I'm dying

Life's getting hard in here
So, I do some gardening
Anything to take my mind away from where it's supposed to be
The nice lady next door talks of green beds
And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them

I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps
Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes
I feel proactive, I pull out weeds
All of a sudden

I'm having trouble breathing in
I'm having trouble breathing in
I'm having trouble breathing in
I'm having trouble breathing in

My hands are shaky, my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
I'm breathing but I'm wheezing
Feel like I'm emphysemin'
My throat feels like a funnel
Filled with weetbix and kerosene and

Oh, no, next thing I know
They call up triple A
I'd rather die than owe the hospital 'til I get old
I get adrenalin straight to the heart
I feel like Uma Thurman
Post-overdosing kick-start

Reminds me of the time
When I was really sick
And I had too much psuedoefedryn and I
Couldn't sleep at night
Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent
He's probably wondering what I'm doing getting in an ambulance

The paramedic thinks I'm clever 'cause I play guitar
I think she's clever 'cause she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic
Should've stayed in bed today
I much prefer the mundane
I take a hit from an asthma puffer
I do it wrong, I was never good at smoking bongs

I'm not that good at breathing in
I'm not that good at breathing in
I'm not that good at breathing in