I don't feel like going anywhere tonight
Keep my shoes on tied, you know where to find me
"If you can be clever, then you must be conscious"
Just another line I read on a marquee
Oooh ooh, ooh ooh
Oooh ooh, ooh
I don't feel like leaving my garage today
In the quiet taste, the asbestos is lovely
Got a broken heater and a microwave
And Hot Pockets stains on the ceiling above me
I'm so congested, festive all of the time
Another backseat driver, toeing the line
Ma-ma-ma Mary messaged me and said that my hair looks nice
But Mary doesn't know that I might wanna die
Oooh ooh, ooh ooh (I'm not)
Oooh ooh, ooh