Bliss

I think I'll fake my death today so that I'll be left alone

Though I wish that I died yesterday 'cause I'd feel more at home

The ground seems so inviting and a casket would keep me warm

But I think I'll be okay if tomorrow I lay low

I'll just let the day go on without me and pretend I don't exist

Because the cold out there is bitter as my coffee and bites like my gin

And the faces out there look at me with judgment and surprise

I think you get these make it awfully enticing to stay in

All of this is by my design

All these fears conceived in my mind