Putting My Tomorrows Behind

When I'm coming home, my mind starts to roam
 I go to bed while picking up speed
 The surface may say I'm doing okay
 That I got what a man might need
 I got my degree, a brand new TV
 The parts where I live ain't too bad
 But I can't recall, none of it all
 In any dreams I've had
 I hear myself saying, I'm doing fine
 My life is a walk through the pines
 But I'm sick and I'm tired, spending my time
 Putting my tomorrows behind
 The sky is big and white and I'm locked inside
 Working all day with a frown
 I guess I'm just a coward who would need to get fired
 And banished from this town
 I think to myself
 Things weren't trying like tomorrow I'll quit, though I
 But I'm sick and tired, spending my time
 Putting my tomorrows behind
 I think to myself, time after time
 Tomorrow I'll be there in my prime
 But I'm sick and I'm tired, 'cause I know that I'm lying
 I'm putting my tomorrows behind
 I'm sick and I'm tired, 'cause I'm not even trying
 I'm putting my tomorrows behind