Somehow, I've stopped caring, and I ended up skiving off all morning
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When I make transparent excuses, I get way too depressed
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There's the bag of potato chips that my girlfriend ate last night
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And the beer I drank while watching TV just lying there on the table...
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I think it's these cloudy days, although I'm mulling over all kinds of stuff
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My family tells me, "At least give us a call"
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Even though I don't really have anything I can talk about
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My girlfriend often tells me, "This is boring"
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It'll be noon in a few; I've got to get going soon
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When I open the door, the cold air grabs tight hold of my ears
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With my hand still on the doorknob, I try sucking in a breath
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That starving dog I passed by looks over at me and barks out a laugh
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To the point that it looks intentional, my white breaths coil around me one by one
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When the weekend comes, will some stuff get a little better?
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My girlfriend asks me, "Do you love me?"
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And I can never give her a good answer
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My friends tell me, "Don't look so surly"
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I've had enough of sighs; I've got to get going soon
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Everyone tells me, "Be a man"
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I've had enough of dreams that no one but me can see
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Like it's my catchphrase, I tell them, "Sorry"
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Enough excuses; I've got to get going soon
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