trying to get to bed
but i'm not getting anywhere at all
it's 4 am i bite my fingernails
my cuticles are pissed off
eating jello for dinner
if life's a contest
i'm a winner
i'm a grownup
i can get ready
for bed by myself
but i can't fall asleep without you
i'm alone and i feel most clever
when i'm by myself
but i'm only funny when i'm around you
i'm a wreck
and i just lie around
in some boxer briefs
haven't left the apartment for days
if you're not coming home
it'll probably turn to weeks
leveling up in the latest rpg
never thought that fantasy was for me
but seriously it's pretty cool
g d c who needs a chord sheet
when you're the singer in sioux falls?
but meta irony is not the point here
i just wanna believe that what i'm doing
means something to someone else
before i die and rot forever