Face it, you’re wasting your time in
Stasis, disgracefully
Defacing the clock to stop it
Chasing you in slow motion, in slow motion

I am just a plaid-clad cad with the big bad
Post-grad gonads, I don’t take naps or
Crap from nomads
I’m a homebody, nobody can tell me I’m not living right, right, right

Right now, I found
A word, a cure, a heart, a hearth
Assurances that hard, hard work
Pays off, in the end,
I promise you this stasis will end

It’s basic arithmetic not
Magic. For a lunatic it’s
Tragic that you would let your
Habits govern your emotions, your emotions

Grab a bag, a setback, catch you on the next sack
Why don’t you let your neck snap you to attention
It’s not pretention to
Say at your party, “Nobody can tell me, I’m not living right, right, right

Right now, I found
A word, a cure, a heart, a hearth
Assurances that hard, hard work
Pays off, in the end,
I promise you this stasis will end

Face it, you’re wasting your time
Pacing this room in search of
Patience. Your looming
Imagination will fill in the gaps, fill in the gaps

I am just a plaid-clad cad with the big bad
Post-grad gonads, I can read maps and
Slap back nomads
I’m a homebody, nobody can tell me I’m not living right, right, right

Right now, I found
A word, a cure, a heart, a hearth
Assurances that hard, hard work
Pays off, in the end,
I promise you this stasis will end
When you make it end