Yes, I know

It’s really quite hard I was dealt a bad hand Nothing written in the cards And I don’t have a plan I couldn’t make this up I couldn’t if I tried I guess this is the point That I’m at in my life I’m batting for first base And I’m back at square one Always end up in this place When I think that I’m done I’m stuck Stuck in a rut Stuck on a ciga- Cigarette butt Open and shut, Sick to my gut, Stuck like a dirty old, Dying stray mutt Stuck in a cut In my fake plastic skin Stuck at the part Where it’s meant to begin Stuck in my bedroom, I’ve locked myself in Sit on my bed and I watch my head spin They’re asking me when I’m telling them then They’re asking me when and all over again They’re asking me when is the time I’ll get better I tell them the answer is probably never So stop asking It’s taxing Stuck with myself in a backstreet bar, Stuck in the seat of an old taxi car, Stuck in my hometown, and say I’ve gone far, Admire a street lamp, I don’t need a star Cause I’m loving the feeling of doing nothing at all Don’t look at me like that, I’m not trying to stall Clipping my wings I continue to fall Nothing at all, nothing at, nothing at all