Lax

Too much of a mess, where do I even start I should clean my room, but I wanna smoke pot My dishes are moldy, my sheets smell like sweat Unemployed for months, I can barely pay my rent Haven't called my mom, I forgot that she exists Hate when people say, life is more than this I have no future, and I don't even care I'm a waste of space, I'm a waste of air Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new I'm locked to my bed, laptop in my hands I don't care for love, I don't care about romance Not a lot on my mind, and my brain's probably shot I think I'll be okay, if I just sat here and rot I don't do routine, I wake up when I want I dread the day when I'll need a fucking job But my hairs unkempt, I'm happy I'm a slob I don't need your two cents, I say fuck 'em all Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new