Zombie

Bags under my eyes, that comes as no surprise,

Staring right at my eyelids for most of the night

Tryna change my viewpoint, get a bigger panorama

Though when you've had Citalopram it comes around much harder

Feeling redundant like an out of date Pepsi

Waking up at random times just like it's narcolepsy

There isn't any cure, you can't just slap on ointment

Just pick up the phone and book another appointment

Sorry, Mr Tuckey, we're an oversubscribed clinic

Our next slot's in six weeks, want me to book you in it?

Another boring clerk, another warning in work

If I make another error I'll go terribly berserk

I try to change my diet up, eat more sweet potatoes,

no matter what I eat, guess which way my weight goes

And that's the way my day goes, it takes a lot from me

Try to live my life like I'm a man and not a zombie

Way past my prime and already a has-been

Thirty-something bachelor, wired on Mirtazapine

But there's always that moment when your head hits the pillow

Where all the day's thoughts start to swell and billow

I forgot one thing, and I didn't do another

Regrets and missed opportunities asunder

All my mistakes and countless blunders

Feeling like the carpet's been pulled out from under

My feet while I'm just trying to stand like a man

The slightest inconvenience I'm out of the chip pan

And into the fire where my thoughts will roar

Calm on the outside but feelings still raw

Here's something to explore: Can I accept my weaknesses,

Lying on my mattress, and sleep with peacefulness?

A zombie-like stillness outside on the surface,

But my heart still beats, and that's why there's a purpose.