Walking through my day
As if, well as if, it were, a dream
And aware of things, that have already been
Should I tie a string around my wrist to remind me
Not to let my focus wane
Oh yeah
Like some sort of sugary coating
Opaque, the same
Keeping the safe sweetness
Of the mundane
And maybe I should move my alarm
My alarm, across, the room
So that when it goes off
I have to move more than my arm
Cuz lately my bed has been feeling so warm
That I can't get out without trying more than twice
I've got to wipe this sleep from my eye like
Like some sort of sugary coating
Opaque, the same
Keeping the safe sweetness
Of the mundane
Tomorrow I'll get up
But for today, for today I'm going no where
Tomorrow I'll get up
But for today, for today I'm going no where
Tomorrow I'll get up
But for today, for today I'm going no where