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Spent the last year motivating everyone else
While I should have been motivating myself
Before you moved or got off the couch
Of my house
This calendar hour's pushing thirty
Stack laundry, call me lazy while the work piles up
It's always unfinished dishes
Digging ditches in the bottom of the sink while I can't wake up
Am I tired or expired?
Am I the product of lost afternoons?
Pull the covers up, procrastinate all day
Procrastinate 'till I turn blue
Exchange sours and downers for bitters and jitters
Nightcaps for nothing new
A string of bad luck tied on so tight
A spring in our step for staggered nights
Take me outside to shine a light
Toward the glaze passing down the whites of my eyes
Phonetic and pathetic
Just the product of lost afternoons
Spent the last year motivating everyone else
While I should have been motivating myself
Before you moved or got off the couch
Of my house