Today is a shade of gray

And it’s making my motivation milky
And turning my appendages into frozen meat
Because I don’t feel like leaving the bed
Yes, I could try to make amends
With my legs and my feet
But the sheets are like butter
And my pillows are marshmallows
And the mattress is this soft crust
And you can’t bake a pie without the filling
And I’ve got to be the filling!

So my bed is where I'll stay