Lax

Too much of a mess, where do I even start
 I should clean my room, but I wanna smoke pot
 My dishes are moldy, my sheets smell like sweat
 Unemployed for months, I can barely pay my rent
 Haven't called my mom, I forgot that she exists
 Hate when people say, life is more than this
 I have no future, and I don't even care
 I'm a waste of space, I'm a waste of air
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 I'm locked to my bed, laptop in my hands
 I don't care for love, I don't care about romance
 Not a lot on my mind, and my brain's probably shot
 I think I'll be okay, if I just sat here and rot
 I don't do routine, I wake up when I want
 I dread the day when I'll need a fucking job
 But my hairs unkempt, I'm happy I'm a slob
 I don't need your two cents, I say fuck 'em all
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new
 Can't do shit, can't do shit, tell me what's new