Couch

I guess I'm staying on the couch today
I guess you’re making all the rules
I’ll take a push, but you give a shove
And I'm getting weaker by the day

I’ve always been the one to hesitate
I guess it started getting old
‘Cause I'm moving slow and I'm feeling gross
And we're getting staler by the day

Better luck next time
You gotta know by now
We’re walking on a thin line

You’re pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It’s starting to ache
In the back of your feet

It hurt so bad the second time around
Stayed up all night and I listened to the sound
Of neighbors fighting and you snoring lightly
And thought about all the things
You need so desperately
Honesty is bittersweet

Caught you at a bad time, did I?
You ought to know by now
We're walking on thin ice
And I did everything wrong
I tried my best to stay calm

You’re pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It’s starting to ache
In the back of your feet

You’re canceling plans
Turning it in early
What's the point of staying late
If they've heard all your stories?

You said: I do this when I'm mad
You said: I do this when I'm mad
You said: I do this when I'm mad
I guess I'm mad

You’re pulling out clumps
You sweat in your sleep
It’s starting to ache
In the back of your feet