Did ya dress? Did ya undress? Is there a cliche, with a cigarette? Did ya have to solicit a kiss from the missus or did she submit? And ya call, this a binge? Ya know I save that word for, other things This is a man left on a marathon And on and on and on and so on Growing bored of my Former glory I Puff out my chest, talent-less Growing bored of my Every worry I Arch my neck, dress, undress ♪ Came in Moved slow Was with a friend, I think he must've gone home With accolades of how adults behave Cried out, "welcome to hell" Gaining speed Upgrade from glacier Just wish I knew who it was Doing the chasing couple animals in worn-out clothes Disintegrating Growing bored of my Former glory I Puff out my chest, talent-less Growing bored of my Every worry I Arch my neck, dress, undress ♪ Had on the same clothing There were days I wasn't counting I was sweating, I was frozen Think I went to a film premier Wearing down controllers Staining tables stacked with coasters Darker hallways, swallowed toothpaste Think I was meant to be somewhere And walking under awnings Got a grasp of where I'm wanted Discount bins of broken things And now I'm troubled by the air The best of bad events I frayed my laces took a breath Oh bring me fire, boil water And now I'd like a beer Oh God, I'd like a beer