You could climb up your ladder
If you knew you wanted
But stay at the bottom
Content with regret
You just roll around in bed all day
Made yourself easy to forget
Convenience, a fruit
That is seldom enjoyed
Whose seeds never root
Their purpose denied
No aptitudes built with your time
Insulting those you told you tried
There is no time that I call free
Sacrifice begets talent
Apathy is intellectual greed
So you don't do shit, you're a detriment
Well you've made your own prison
Looping indecision
Wallowing in lethargy
Insisting let me be
It's the price of comfort, don't you know
You got too comfortable
There is no time that I call free
Sacrifice begets talent
Apathy is intellectual greed
So you don't do shit, you're a detriment