I Can't Believe It's Not Better

Take your time

Or some of mine

I've got more than I know what to do with

It's getting boring

At the wrong end of the morning

Staring myself stupid

Into a turned-off television

Cross-eyed, couch-ridden

I should get myself to bed

Or get myself together

I suppose it could be worse

But I can't believe it's not better

A lot depends

On the friendliness of friends

I reckon I should reconsider

So come on, spring to my defence

When nothing else makes sense

But unemployment figures

I can still afford to find it funny

That there's so much month left at the end of the money

I should get myself to bed

Or get myself together

I suppose it could be worse

But I can't believe it's not better

Hurry up! Hurry up!

It would be good to go outside

I know it's late but I'm willing to wait

I'm just so sick and tired

Of the ceilings and floors

Of the not-so-great indoors