Sprawled out on your slip cover couch
Wishing you were somewhere else
I don't give much thought to such things anymore
I open my mouth too much
I walk on a crooked crutch
I haven't looked up from the ground in months
It's getting cold and i know what that means
Six months of shivering under sheets
You'll turn away and i will fix my gaze on the ceiling all night
It's easy to keep your options open
When no one's knocking at your door
I oughta hold myself in contempt
Time flies when your life's falling apart