Ostrich

I stopped reading the comments section I stopped reading anything I buried my head in the sand Like the ostrich that I am Oh what a wasted life I've been leading Between a bottle and a knife I'm still bleeding Such is the sickness of many a good thing The bills are piling up by the front door Nothing good happens here anymore I avoided the phone call every time that you rang Like the coward that I am The view from here's the same no matter where I'm found It's impossible to see with your head under the ground I'm still avoiding the comments section I'm not hearing anything I've got my head under the sand Like the ostrich that I am