Sitting in the lazy chair,
the channels look the same
I realize that the roof is stable

and start to feel ashamed
it's cold outside but dont ask me
the weather's fine in here

ask the man around the corner
who lives his life in fear


Two hundred pennies,
forty ounces later he's okay
he doesn't have the pressure

to think about the next day
but I bet it's something cold
and hard and grey


Complaining and whining all the time
I never seem to quit

always lying to myself,
A shoe that always fits
never is a long time and

it seems like I'm a clock
ticking like a time bomb,
someday soon his life will stop


I listen to the radio but
nothing good is on

my friends are calling up but I'm
pretending I'm gone
we're all pieces in a chess game

he's a pawn

I wonder how it turned out like this

no one seems to care
the scale has tipped me fortunate
is this what we call fair?

but I've never had the mind to know it
never had the guts to show it
I know one thing, his dream is my nightma