Dress / Undress - QTY

Did ya dress?

Did ya undress?

Is there a cliche, with a cigarette?

Did ya have to solicit a kiss from the missus or did she submit?

And ya call, this a binge?

Ya know I save that word for, other things

This is a man left on a marathon

And on and on and on and so on

Growing bored of my

Former glory I

Puff out my chest, talent-less

Growing bored of my

Every worry I

Arch my neck, dress, undress

Came in

Moved slow

Was with a friend, I think he must’ve gone home

With accolades of how adults behave

Cried out, «welcome to hell»

Gaining speed

Upgrade from glacier

Just wish I knew who it was

Doing the chasing couple animals in worn-out clothes

Disintegrating

Growing bored of my

Former glory I

Puff out my chest, talent-less

Growing bored of my

Every worry I

Arch my neck, dress, undress

Had on the same clothing

There were days I wasn’t counting

I was sweating, I was frozen

Think I went to a film premier

Wearing down controllers

Staining tables stacked with coasters

Darker hallways, swallowed toothpaste

Think I was meant to be somewhere

And walking under awnings

Got a grasp of where I’m wanted

Discount bins of broken things

And now I’m troubled by the air

The best of bad events

I frayed my laces took a breath

Oh bring me fire, boil water

And now I’d like a beer

Oh God, I’d like a beer