runnning in place at the edge of the map

Stuck on the couch Slow sinking down The room's gettin' quiet There's dust in my mouth I fucked up the rice I cooked it too long The TV's alight The moment's dissolved And I know I know I know I know Was I better then When I sang about my dog with my friends? Can I understand What's curvin' away from my hands? Aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah Aaaah aaaah aaaah aaaah Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating Wasting the day Painting the scene Stuck on the ceiling Repeating I wanted to speak I'm just choking now At the edge of the map I'm still tryin' to run out