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
