I itch and I scratch
I can never relax
I open the fridge door
Hungry for what, unsure.

I stare out the window
With nowhere to go
Put on a record and let it spin
Bet on a horse that will never win.

Drink coffee, beer and wine
Full up beyond feeling fine
Picking a scab clean
I start to daydream.

Nap on the couch with TV on
The light has faded and almost gone
Hold my guitar and pretend I can play
The many ways how I waste my day.