Couch

I guess I'm staying on the couch today
 I guess you're making all the rules
 I'll take a push, but you give a shove
 And I'm getting weaker by the day
 I've always been the one to hesitate
 I guess it started getting old
 'Cause I'm moving slow and I'm feeling gross
 And we're getting staler by the day
 Better luck next time
 You gotta know by now
 We're walking on a thin line
 You're pulling out clumps
 You sweat in your sleep
 It's starting to ache
 In the back of your feet
 It hurt so bad the second time around
 Stayed up all night and I listened to the sound
 Of neighbors fighting and you snoring lightly
 And thought about all the things
 You need so desperately
 Honesty is bittersweet
 Caught you at a bad time, did I?
 You ought to know by now
 We're walking on thin ice
 And I did everything wrong
 I tried my best to stay calm
 You're pulling out clumps
 You sweat in your sleep
 It's starting to ache
 In the back of your feet
 You're canceling plans
 Turning it in early
 What's the point of staying late
 If they've heard all your stories?
 You said "I do this when I'm mad"
 You said "I do this when I'm mad"
 You said "I do this when I'm mad"
 I guess I'm mad
 You're pulling out clumps
 You sweat in your sleep
 It's starting to ache
 In the back of your feet