I've learned to settle down,

I've learned to pin pain like a gown,

And when you've tackled the line,

I'm in the end of time,

Because you sit there on the chair,

While I spend my life climbing up endless stairs.


When you turn back around,

I'm laying on the ground,

I look like I'm dead,

When I really just need a bed.

I kick and punch like a little tyke,

And that's when you press dislike.