My Year of Rest & Relaxation

(Friday morning, it starts all over again Dancing, drinking, and smoking dope) I know it's getting bad again I'm watching Christmas movies in July Making paper planes out of magazines Closest thing that I'll get to feeling high 'Cause all I do is sleep But I'm still tired, lucid dreaming (ah, ah) And there's a mountain in my room I might try and climb it soon (How's it going with the music? Last I heard, you're going through it) I, I, I, I No, I can't even remember Been on a year long bender I, I, I, I Thought I'd get my shit together But I blacked out all December I, I, I, I No, I can't even remember Been on a year long bender I, I, I, I Thought I'd get my shit together, but I blacked out Everything and nothing All at once, always something On the internet, dumb shit Feeding every parasite breakfast, lunch, and dinner I crawl in my skin Sometimes think I'm paper thin Porcelain Tap, tap, see the cracks showing All I do is sleep And I'm so tired of this feeling (Don't know what you're supposed to do Way too old to be this confused) I, I, I, I No, I can't even remember Been on a year long bender I, I, I, I Thought I'd get my shit together But I blacked out all December I, I, I, I No, I can't even remember Been on a year long bender I, I, I, I Thought I'd get my shit together But I blacked out all December