Come Around - Parkville

And I talk a lot of shit about the kind of guy I could be

And all the things I would do if the world just got out of my way

But whenever an endeavour rears its head I’d rather hop back into bed in sunny

weather

And sleep my life away

And never has the dirt

Tasted quite as sweet as the next time I eat the ground

Getting better’s overrated

Why come to work when I can come around?

I don’t know dear

Where to go and what direction

But I’ll walk it straight until I hit a wall

No one knows dear

Where the dead go when they leave us

But I sure know where I’d like to go before

Reckon I could come around to yours?

And I think I cracked the code scratching coins on my TV

That hungover-phoneless-anecdotes are better starts to the day

And I guess that life takes some persuasion but we’ve all got the time

I’d rather be broke, blind and borderline than suit and tied up on an 8am train

«Can't complain», it’s the same-pain-same-gain-same-day

Some days come and go

Some days are shit, and I wrote this bit on the days that weren’t so bad

I’d call in sick to life if I could

Why earn a wage when I earned nothing else I ever had?

I don’t know dear

Where to go and what direction

But I’ll walk it straight until I hit a wall

No one knows dear

Where the dead go when they leave us

But I sure know where I’d like to go before

Reckon I could come around to yours?

And I’ve had it up to here

Drinking rational beers

To drown irrational fears

And I’ve wasted so much time

Wasted so much wine

And I’m done trying again

No one knows dear

Where the dead go when they leave us

But I sure know where I’d like to go before

Reckon I could come around to yours?