With a growing sense of dread And a hammer in my head Fully clothed upon the bed I wake up to a world Lately, I've been living in There's a cut upon my brow I must have banged myself somehow But I don't know now The front door's open wide Lately, I've let things slide I go to the Bend Throw the laundry in Pick out the cleanest shirt And I tell myself That I don't really hurt Smoking I once quit Now I've got one lite Just feel back into it Along with my pride Lately, I've let things slide I go to the Bend Throw the laundry in Pick out the cleanest shirt And I tell myself That I don't really hurt That untouched take away I brought home the other day Has quite a lot to say The evidence is clear Piled high and wide About how lately I've Let things slide I keep holding on but lately I've let things Slide