Stuck on the couch
Slow sinking down
The room's getting quiet
There's dust in my mouth
I f*cked up the rice
I cooked it too long
The tv's alight
The moment's dissolved
And i know i know i know i know
Was i better then:
When i sang about my dog with my friends?
Can i understand what's curving away from my hands?
Wasting the day
Painting the scene
Stuck on the ceiling
Repeating
I wanted to speak
I'm just choking now
At the edge of the map
I'm still trying to run out