I Don't Want To Work I Just Want To Bang On This Mug All Day

I've spent the last of 14 months running away from my problems Trying in vain to catch my breath But I'll never solve them It's the reoccurring episode of who knows what, and what goes on Behind my back The deck is stacked against me And you know that you are only temporary And I am still a mess I'm organizing books and coffee mugs I'm waiting for the sunset I'd do anything just to pass the time And I'll say this I hope there's open wounds 'Cause if you had to call me I'd hang up and leave you Stranded on the line And now I'm heading for a low point But this is nothing new I've been doing this since 16 Covering all my bases is just something I've had to do And you know that you are only temporary And I am still a mess I'm organizing books and coffee mugs I'm waiting for the sunset I'd do anything just to pass the time And I'll say this I hope there's open wounds 'Cause if you had to call me I'd hang up and leave you Stranded on the line Just like the last time I know that you'll hide All of your hindsight You're just afraid of what you'll become Just like the last time I know that you'll hide All of your hindsight You're just afraid of what you'll become