TJ Roberts - Couch Lyrics

Wake up in the morning,
Put on my hat, to keep my head in,
Nothing too formal,
Just something I have to factor in

Overnight the rules changed,
You left to make your own mind up,
Even your coffee,
Suspend the day,
Procreating

But oh not me,
Another wasted night sat in front of TV,
Serial Junkie with a thousand degrees,
History repeats itself to no one but me

There's nothing great to feeling down,
Or endlessly forcing excuses,
Doesn't stop the shame,
From paralysing the thing that makes you, you

This wasn't how it was meant to be,
Look at all the things you could have done,
Maybe you'll find out,
You lost the spark along the way

But oh not me,
Another wasted night sat in front of TV,
Serial Junkie with a thousand degrees,
History repeats itself to no one but me

I'm not even sorry,
Aaaah,
I'm not even sorry,
Aaaah,
I'm not even sorry,
Aaaah,