Bass 2 - Washer

Closet sluggard, jack of all trades

I’ll do everything so it goes my way

And never finish

Throw it up on a shelf

Right there next to everything I call myself

And every other month I bring it down

To try to sit and focus

And fill my notebook with lofty hocus pocus

But fall asleep

Wake up and waste the day

Fantasize my life in someone else’s place

But I bare witness

To a lack of strength

An inability to enact real change

So every other month I bring me down

To wallow and be selfish

These altrnate states

Have got m feeling bogus

I’ll go to sleep

Wait