Couch

I guess I'm staying on the couch today I guess you're making all the rules I'll take a push, but you give a shove And I'm getting weaker by the day I've always been the one to hesitate I guess it started getting old 'Cause I'm moving slow and I'm feeling gross And we're getting staler by the day Better luck next time You gotta know by now We're walking on a thin line You're pulling out clumps You sweat in your sleep It's starting to ache In the back of your feet It hurt so bad the second time around Stayed up all night and I listened to the sound Of neighbors fighting and you snoring lightly And thought about all the things You need so desperately Honesty is bittersweet Caught you at a bad time, did I? You ought to know by now We're walking on thin ice And I did everything wrong I tried my best to stay calm You're pulling out clumps You sweat in your sleep It's starting to ache In the back of your feet You're canceling plans Turning it in early What's the point of staying late If they've heard all your stories? You said "I do this when I'm mad" You said "I do this when I'm mad" You said "I do this when I'm mad" I guess I'm mad You're pulling out clumps You sweat in your sleep It's starting to ache In the back of your feet