Mary and my gut both tell me Leave well enough alone But i just don't see how well enough could be alone So i call you from the couch There's some stuff i wanna talk about I pry open my mouth but what comes out Was nothing that i meant to say -- just everything i ate that day 'Cause the best laid plans of drunk and anxious Often stop at getting drunk and anxious You know i'm no good at making plans Wouldn't even be here if i didn't think you'd be I'd love to want to hide but i survive by being seen If only things were half as easy as you made them seem I'd worry less what feels the best and do what's best for me I don't sleep much anymore But i'm pretending more than ever