Lazy Boy
Lazy boy
You’re funny in the head
A loser born
A loser when you’re dead
You’ve fooled them now
But soon they’ll see the froth you’re made of
It’s 4 AM
You lay awake in bed
Your palms are cold
Your stomach’s full of
dreadThe mockingbirds
And freeway in the distance calm you
Lazy boy
I see the state you’re in
The morning rain
Will wash away your sin
The summer breeze
Smells like a loaf of cotton candy
