Every day seems like a drag lately.
Wake up, go home, eat, sleep, repeat.
I'm never satisfied; I'm this or that
Hot or cold, with or without the sheets

I'd run and escape everything
But you looked at me today
And so I guess
I'll remain one more day.

I want to hide or disappear
But I studied for my test and got an A
So I suppose
For a little longer I can stay.