I don't want to do anything
I want to sit
Or lay
And not move another day
Curl in a ball
Of warmth
I want to sway
And rock
Wishing away my sorrows
I wasn't cut out for this
I want to lay and listen
The idea of being out there kills me
It shouldn't
If I was consistent
Normal
It'd be the best time
I literally can't
I wrote this under the influence