Couch

I'm constantly wasting my days Trying to teach my body new tricks But they never seem to stick And I feel myself getting sick I feel guilty for all the sleep I get But I never feel rested My sister says she's proud of me But I can hear her lying through her teeth My Christmas card every year, it reads "We'll always have a couch for you to sleep on" "We'll always have a couch for you to sleep on" I'm losing sleep, having dreams about tomorrow What will happen if I don't grow into what you thought? Just don't be mean, every year, I'm getting smarter Keep my head above the water You still try to pull me down My sister says she's proud of me But I can hear her lying through her teeth My Christmas card every year, it reads "We'll always have a couch for you to sleep on" (Don't worry, we'll) "We'll always have a couch for you to sleep on" (Don't worry, we'll) "We'll always have a couch for you to sleep on" (Don't worry, we'll) "We'll always have a couch for you to sleep on"