Couch

I guess I'm staying on the couch today

I guess you're making all the rules

I'll take a push, but you give a shove

And I'm getting weaker by the day

I've always been the one to hesitate

I guess it started getting old

'Cause I'm moving slow and I'm feeling gross

And we're getting staler by the day

Better luck next time

You gotta know by now

We're walking on a thin line

You're pulling out clumps

You sweat in your sleep

It's starting to ache

In the back of your feet

It hurt so bad the second time around

Stayed up all night and I listened to the sound

Of neighbors fighting and you snoring lightly

And thought about all the things

You need so desperately

Honesty is bittersweet

Caught you at a bad time, did I?

You ought to know by now

We're walking on thin ice

And I did everything wrong

I tried my best to stay calm

You're pulling out clumps

You sweat in your sleep

It's starting to ache

In the back of your feet

You're canceling plans

Turning it in early

What's the point of staying late

If they've heard all your stories?

You said "I do this when I'm mad"

You said "I do this when I'm mad"

You said "I do this when I'm mad"

I guess I'm mad

You're pulling out clumps

You sweat in your sleep

It's starting to ache

In the back of your feet