Wake up feelin' apoplectic, body made of static Stinkin' to the mattress, it's just Tuesday Why is it always Tuesday? I'm tired of the Zoom calls, I'm tired all the time Someone leanin' over backwards, tellin' me that I should Pack my life and everything and move it all to New York Buy a small apartment, I don't even want that, but they say I do Speedin' it between the weekends, should I start a podcast? There's too many podcasts out there, baby, I could join a convent Take my hair and boss it, leave it on the ground Cause the days turn to dust, money starts to rust Just like we discussed, I pray it gets easier Believing the best that gives all the rest ain't comin' back And I don't want it to And I don't want it to And I don't want it to And I don't want it to Wondering if I took the right steps, wandered down a good path But there's really nothing I can do about it right now Living like a tadpole, should I go to grad school? Should I start a band? The life's just dancing in a cold rain, beauty in the mundane Laughing at your own misfortune one day I don't ever look back, shake my head and just ask why I ever care Cause the days turn to dust, money starts to rust Just like we discussed, I pray it gets easier Believing the best that gives all the rest ain't comin' back And I don't want it to And I don't want it to And I don't want it to Stop!