I haven't known what day it is since Christmas
The calendar got lost in the wind
One foot in my bedroom, the other also in my bedroom
I haven't been getting out of bed
My own purgatory's made out of dirty clothes
I saw Satan himself in my laundry bin
One foot in the present, the other in last year
I haven't been getting out of my head
You can stargaze just by looking at my face
The world's most pathetic connect the dots game
For the first time in my life, I have friends worth missing
Maybe I was the problem before
Things are going good, then things are going lukewarm
And then once again I'm stuck at home
Lately, I've been seeing the same numbers repeating
Over and over and over again
If I squint really hard I can give them all meaning
Or I'll leave that to my superstitious friends
You can stargaze just by looking at my face
The world's most pathetic connect the dots game
I hope Copernicus shakes his head, ashamed
At the sad little constellations
You can stargaze just by looking at my face
The world's most pathetic connect the dots game
I hope Copernicus shakes his head, ashamed
At the sad little constellations
You can stargaze just by looking at my face
The world's most pathetic connect the dots game
I hope Copernicus shakes his head, ashamed
At the sad little constellations