Dear diary, today I cried over a plate of biscuits
And I don't really care for anything featured on netflix
Called out this morning but you know that I am not sick
Told myself I'd do some laundry but I didn't
Bhagavan, bag of dime, bag of wine, I've praised it all
Waste of time, waves of sine, it's a looping call
But it's no crime, to waste your time
No matter how behind it makes your brain run
But it's no crime, to waste your time
No matter how behind it makes your brain run
But it's no crime, to waste your time
No matter how behind it makes your brain run
But it's no crime, to waste your time
No matter how behind it makes your brain run
But it's no crime, to waste your time
No matter how behind it makes your brain run
It makes your brain run
It makes your brain run
It makes your brain run
It makes your brain run
It makes your brain
It makes your brain
It makes your brain
It makes your brain run
You can't beat the feeling, might as well let it go
Get me out my feelings, get me something to smoke
Oh, that's how it goes, yes, you can't beat the feeling
It's written in pen, this tale comes to an end
I can just smudge your name out, there's only stale morals
Especially when, the door has closed
I won't come back for more, there's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
There's only stale morals
Serendipitous uh, this feeling, nah
Serendipitous uh, this feeling, nah