Well-fed and warm
Relaxing and clean
There's nothing wrong with this sleepy routine
But we've all got our ghosts, our vices and hooks
And we bury them all to avoid dirty looks
But I've been looking at shovels and planning an excavation
A fuck-up revival, a deadbeat vacation
I can see you're way beyond high, a glazed gleam in your eye
Clothes ripped up, missing a shoe, smiling at the sky
Can you promise that you won't come through one more time
Can you get us in over our heads one more time
Can you leave me hanging out to dry one more time
And then come back like nothing ever happened