couch Lyrics

Sitting here pretending like i have something to do

Bored as shit with the friends that i have killed

The road is one way i try to go a different direction

Stuck in place with a stick that has no direction

They hate me now, they won't tell me later i'll sleep on the couch with stains all over

I freak out i try to overcome it but i miss out on the stains of it, living in a circle but where Is the roof

Inside out and i still don't know you, you told me you're not worth it i'm starting not to Doubt It

Choosing a diffrent barrel to look down in called you a gun well that's so stupid

Turn around but i know my luck, red color cover it up this is a mess i cannot clean up

Going nowhere quick, going nowhere fast but the couch i sleep on doesnt care about that