Mother, I'm convinced
That I'm simply not fit for this,
Or anything that could come my way.
You know I'd fuck it all up, anyway.
So why do I try.
So I'll lay on my back,
And sleep another day away
Hoping this will change,
Hoping this will change.
What if no one's listening
When I speak of how it's been,
Sleeping with my own worst enemy.
For more than nineteen years and thirty days,
I think it's only fair to say,
I'm sick and I'm tired of dreaming when I sleep.
So I'll lay on my back,
And sleep another day away
Hoping this will change.
Cause I'm a train on rusty tracks,
And I'm dying to get out of here alive.