The worst thing I think when I go home from work
Is that I need to lie again tomorrow
To push me out the bed
And get me brushing my teeth
I need to feel sorry again
For the time I spent awake
Thinking about my journey
A handful scenarios of defeat

All of these
Just to get me up the bus
To tell another lie
Just to be greeted with one
Almost decieving as the first
And when I thought things can't be worse
The truth hits me even harder
Realizing the effort I continue to make
Will go waste once I go back to bed