It’s a Beautiful day outside.

The birds are singing.

The grass is growing.

But brother, I hurt people

If it wasn’t for them, I’d go ballistic 

Days worth of useless sitting

Days worth of wasted time

My mouse is screaming from constant abuse

But if it wasn’t for them, what’s the use?

I think I need to get some rest

It probably is for the very best

But no matter what I do, or what I say

I’m always right back to it, to the bitter end

I’ve tried touching grass

I’ve tried going out my comfort zone           

I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried

In the bitter end I’m still on that same chair.

That chair, so over used

Febreeze in the air, makes it stuffy

Others open windows for “fresh” air

So many bad habits, so few solutions

Easy to escape, too easy to get back in

It’s an easy loop to get stuck in

It’s an easy loop to get out of

In the bitter end I’m still on that same chair.