My Exhausted Month - Pet Symmetry

Spent the last year motivating everyone else

While I should have been motivating myself

I’ve hardly moved or got off the couch

In my house

It’s calendar hours, pushing thirty

Stack of laundry, call me lazy while the work piles up

It’s always unfinished dishes

Digging ditches in the bottom of the sink while I can’t wake up

Am I tired or expired?

Am I the product of lost afternoons?

Pull the covers up, procrastinate all day

Procrastinate 'til I turn blue

Exchange sours and downers for bitters and jitters

Nightcaps for nothing new

A string of bad luck tied on so tight

A spring in our step for staggered nights

Oh, take me outside to shine a light

Toward the glaze passing down the whites of my eyes

Phonetic and pathetic

Just the product of lost afternoons

Spent the last year motivating everyone else

While I should have been motivating myself

I’ve hardly moved or got off the couch

In my house