Lyrics

I can’t get to work on time
Even though I set my clock for 7:05
I can’t stop myself from dreaming, I can’t wake up
And I can’t get to work by 10:00

I call in late, but then
I just stare into my coffee making circles with my spoon
Get my guitar, get my pen

Why can’t I get life right?
Why do I always ask why?

And I can’t get to sleep at night
Don’t often take a pill, but I might
Can’t believe I’m making music out of my pathetic life
It don’t matter anyway

Why can’t I sleep tight?
Why’s my life black or white?

My pathetic life, My pathetic life...