Bass 2

歌詞

Closet sluggard, jack of all trades I'll do everything so it goes my way And never finish Throw it up on a shelf Right there next to everything I call myself And every other month I bring it down To try to sit and focus And fill my notebook with lofty hocus pocus But fall asleep Wake up and waste the day Fantasize my life in someone else's place But I bare witness To a lack of strength An inability to enact real change So every other month I bring me down To wallow and be selfish These altеrnate states Have got mе feeling bogus I'll go to sleep Wait What do I stand to gain? A semblance of some purpose Though I feel insane In body and in brain A semblance of some purpose Carve out a custom space To fit your fall from grace A semblance of purpose So every other month I bring me down To try to sit and focus And fill my body numb With the standard poison To fall asleep