The tea water’s boiling, but I can’t get off the couch

The kettle keeps on whistling like it’s screaming out for help

And I’m not doing myself any good

Lying here rehearsing all the reasons that I should

Just give up on these foolish dreams of mine

These songs will never change the world

Or save anyone’s life

Wah oh, woe is me!

I checked my email halfway through the song

Another show is falling through

Another paper got my pronouns wrong

The only punching bag in reach is my guitar;

So power chords and angry words reach my ears from afar

The snapping brings me to reality

I wonder what have these six strings really ever done for me

Except enabled my addiction to pathetic poetry?

Wah-oh, woe is me!

Woe is me!

Woe is me!

Woe is me!