Froth
Catalog
Nothing to stop me
Nobody's out to call my name
Can't bother to find it
Could be lost, yeah, it's all the same
Stay home on a Sunday
And other days, but the Sunday too
Driven all around here
There's nothing new I can give to you
Can't get around to it, need nothing more to do
Rather be at home than see you
No one stop to help me
Nobody needs to guide me through
If I could have it my way
I'd catalog what not to do
Can't make myself go out now, the windows have a view
Starting now to feel alright with nothing much to do
Don't want to go outside, no windows to look through
It's getting better still, but where did you go now and what should I do?
From Letras Mania