Lazy as a log. Don't want to move out of here.
But so much guilt. So much fear.
I'd rather have a nice time. Gulp a beer.
But no, chores wait. Need to get them clear.
Here I am, fighting my demons
Things to do, over things to dream
A cozy afternoon, is way too costly
I need to get up, get my hands dirty
Pretending that I have a choice
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