The Life of Why-Me

They tell me I’m living the life of Riley a float flowing freely with the tide and breeze They envy my empty whilst I think why me I’d advise not to buy if this life were free flow without effort while the rest live up high what good’s a boat when life’s lived in the sky this isn’t well suited I’m rooted can't fly nothing to give or lose just live then die Living uncared never go anywhere if I’m better faired your view must have a glare Getting lost in deluded dreams not included in social scenes the grass around me shines pure green because I’m all this grass has seen I’m not living the life of Riley It’s an illusion you can’t see This is the life of why me I’m what you don’t want to be