It would be nice to,
Have a better excuse,
To not get up and move,
Cause I'm stuck to the floor.

If I could break this steadfast chase,
For a better life that doesn't haste,
Then, maybe I wouldn't feel like a waste,
Now, maybe I wouldn't take up space.

Ill break all my bones,
Cause I'm tired of endless drones,
Calling me up from the phone,
I'm broken, I can hear it in their tones.