lazy wednesday..

it's the perfect time of year
somewhere far away from here
i feel fine enough, I guess
considering everything's a mess.
there's a restaurant down the street
where hungry people like to eat
i could walk, but I'll just drive
it's colder than it looks outside.

it's like a dream - you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
try to see the world beyond your front door.
try to figure out what all this is for..