[verse 1]
Woke up at twelve again
Inertia fills my head
I'll pass the day away
With existential dread
[Chorus]
So what's the use?
I'm counting kitchen tiles
Lay in the road
Get out for a short while
[Verse 2]
Domestic obligations feel so out of reach
I'll entertain myself by drinking off brand bleach
[Chorus]
So what's the use?
I feel so misadjusted
And Monday looms
I make myself disgusted