You put it off and you put it off
even though you know it has got to be done,
but the weather looks awfully tragic
so you try to magic up a bit of the sun.

This is the weekend at the end of the line,
there's no point in complaining
because we don't have the time,

the thought's getting harder and harder,
thinking I have to go shopping to fill up
the larder,
why not do it online?
because
I don't have the time to be fiddling
it'll not be the internet burning
it will just be me sinking into the sea
turning into a quivering wreck.