I'm Not Fine
Singing with the worst worst worst worst worst
My body's made of dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt dirt
We are our loins, we are our passions
Drinking coffee, favorite sweater, I realize I'm not getting better
Hurts to say this, no use asking, please just stop being distracting
I'll write something American, I'll read a book about baseball
Hello opportunity, there's the door
Laziness it binds me to the floor
Coming back home I am not surprised
Everything that gives me comfort dies
Writer/s: The Foxsmiths
