Текст песни Stale Bread

Words and rhyme, spare me the time While I clean up my shit and work through the list that I've made And I'm distracted by The unimportant type Someone just called wanting money from me So I glance at the TV And the feeling is lost Somewhere under my pile of clothes I can't see the carpet and my eyes have just carked it and I should've just thought I'm missing my chances Now I'm feeding on stale bread Procrastination kills transformation On the first count I'll be taking my mount and riding till the end I forgot the price of putting my heart in second place I dropped all my eggs to catch a falling glass now it's on my face