With a growing sense of dread And a hammer in my head Fully clothed upon the bed I wake up to the world that lately, I've been living in There's a cut upon my brow Must have banged myself somehow But I can't remember now And the front door's open wide Lately, I've let things slide I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in And pick out the cleanest shirt Then I tell myself again, I don't really hurt Smoking I once quit Now I got one lit, I just fell back into it Along with my pride Lately, I've let things slide I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in Dig out the cleanest shirt When all at once, I'm seized again by exquisite hurt That untouched takeaway I brought home the other day Has quite a lot to say The evidence is clear, only resign, piled high and wide About how lately, I've let things slide I'm just about holding on But lately, I've let things slide