I haven't played my guitar
In a week, maybe more
I don't keep a diary
Something feels better 'bout the place that I am
Than anywhere I should currently be
My brain feels comfy when I don't break a sweat
Could get off my arse but I'm stuck in a net
Wish I was dead so I couldn't move
Then I'd have an excuse for what I don't do
Anything, anymore
I can't see the point
In chasing things I care for
My bed is an island, and I'm stranded
Bound by my own misery
The fence is higher than I care to admit
I need to get out but it's holding me in
Even my friends don't hold the key
So easy to hide what they don't want to see
My brain feels comfy when I don't break a sweat
Could get off my arse but I'm stuck in a net
Wish I was dead so I couldn't move
Then I'd have an excuse for what I don't do
The fence is higher than I care to admit
I need to get out but it's holding me in
Even my friends don't hold the key
So easy to hide what they don't want to see
My brain feels comfy when I don't break a sweat
Could get off my arse but I'm stuck in a net
Wish I was dead so I couldn't move
Then I'd have an excuse for what I don't do