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"