Stuck on the couch Slow sinking down The room's getting quiet There's dust in my mouth I fucked up the rice I cooked it too long The TV's alight The moment's dissolved And I know, I know I know, I know Was I better then When I sang 'bout my dog with my friends? Can I understand What's curving away from my hands? Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating I wanted to speak I'm just choking now At the edge of the map I'm still trying to run out