Come Around

And I talk a lot of shit about the kind of guy I could be
And all the things I would do if the world just got out of my way

But whenever an endeavour rears its head I’d rather hop back into bed in sunny weather
And sleep my life away

And never has the dirt
Tasted quite as sweet as the next time I eat the ground
Getting better’s overrated
Why come to work when I can come around?

I don’t know dear
Where to go and what direction
But I’ll walk it straight until I hit a wall
No one knows dear
Where the dead go when they leave us
But I sure know where I’d like to go before

Reckon I could come around to yours?

And I think I cracked the code scratching coins on my TV
That hungover-phoneless-anecdotes are better starts to the day

And I guess that life takes some persuasion but we’ve all got the time
I’d rather be broke, blind and borderline than suit and tied up on an 8am train
“Can’t complain”, it’s the same-pain-same-gain-same-day

Some days come and go
Some days are shit, and I wrote this bit on the days that weren’t so bad
I’d call in sick to life if I could
Why earn a wage when I earned nothing else I ever had?

I don’t know dear
Where to go and what direction
But I’ll walk it straight until I hit a wall
No one knows dear
Where the dead go when they leave us
But I sure know where I’d like to go before

Reckon I could come around to yours?

And I’ve had it up to here
Drinking rational beers
To drown irrational fears
And I’ve wasted so much time
Wasted so much wine
And I’m done trying again

No one knows dear
Where the dead go when they leave us
But I sure know where I’d like to go before

Reckon I could come around to yours?