Couch-king 歌词

I'm feeling awful surface bound I'm begging you to cut me down, I just keep forgetting The shit we lost that takes up space If I've got guts to show my face Running round the bend for a seasonal change in the head For a reason to get out of bed We're burning daylight oh so carelessly Put the weight on me I've got a crown I wear around, but I've never worn it out I just keep forgetting I was king of the couch, I reigned for twenty-eight days Building mountains of clothes Making pillars of plates The days always ebb and flow You never let me know When the fog is lifting I was cherished by most but my memory won't last The potted plant on the porch is an ashtray at best