It's been one of those days,
Where I don't quite feel
Human.
Those days where my brain is elsewhere.

Like it's in the supermarket,  
And my bodies woken up in the car
Almost sure where it is.

Like I've just sat down,
And my brain's not sure where to sit.

Like I've lost track of how many drinks I've had,
But I can tell you I've been drunk 4 nights this week.

Don't you think it's a little early for a breakdown?
Holed away in your basement bedroom
Lying about your mental age
And downing bottle after bottle,
Stolen from your parents' fridge.
Isn't this a bit too much?
And a bit too late?
It's been three weeks and you're choosing to feel it now?
Pick up that shovel and head outside,
We have work to do.