Time really flies when you're having a bad day
I wouldn't've thought it was so but what can I say?
Two seconds have passed since you left for the store
And you're back with bags, extra tim tams and more
And the chicken is burnt and the chips are way past done
Cos I forgot how long ago I turned the oven on
And I'm hunched and I'm not well on the edge of my bed
Pouring digital content into my head
This state of mind, I hate that it's mine
Twenty twenty vision but I wish I was blind
I don't wanna see, hear or think about
The things that I'm not doing
It seems that when I thought you had returned
I was wrong, you're still gone but the chicken is burnt
I'm not sure what you want, the sandwich or the pie
But I gotta say that either would be fine
And I know that I said that before you'd return
I'd have the sheets changed and I'd look better than worse
Now I fear that I'm stuck, like I can't move my head
And upon your return I'll still be on the bed
Did you know there's no fruit fly in Venice?
And I'm pretty sure you can't die when you're already in heaven
Everything tastes better with a vowel at the end
Let's have pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner again
This state of mind, I hate that it's mine
Twenty twenty vision but I wish I was blind
I don't wanna see, hear or think about
The things that I'm not doing when I'm not around