I’ve been drinking It doesn’t change how I feel I think about it sometimes
The less you’re doing The more I begin to despise I can’t wait till you go Oh
Discuss the rituals, waste the dates subjective casualties suggests something they gotta do It’s all around us, flowing through The buses, streets and highway systems So don’t say you don’t have a clue
Take your shirt off, there’s nothing to gain When we all keep from ourselves No, there’s nothing to lose
Have a swim, go outside For once, after all, all us hypochondriacs We need something to do