Do you ever feel like you could conquer the world
And then it's dark outside and you realise that your inspirations swirled
And you're laying there after a lazy day
Nothing you can show
So then your only goal is that tomorrow's trope will be better, filled with hope I'm reaching out
Calling all creators, it's procrastination your oldest friend, I'm calling in
Stay for a while then leave you to reach your high while I go off and hide
I'll come back and win some time
Thoughts of productivity enter minds alike
But then I come along and I get inside and I stop all work in sight
And now you're sitting there with a plain old face
Nothing you can do
So now you're looking blue and you're starting to run out of time so you start reaching out
Calling all creators, it's procrastination your oldest friend, I'm calling in
Stay for a while then leave you to reach your high while I go off and hide
I'll come back and win some time