LATELY I'VE LET THINGS SLIDE
With a growin' sense of dread and a hammer in my head,
fully clothed upon the bed...
I wake up to the world that lately I've been livin' in.
There's a cut upon my brow, must've banged myself somehow,
but I don't remember now...
and the front door's open wide; lately I've let things slide.
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in,
take out the cleanest shirt...
then I tell myself again, I don't really hurt.
Smokin' I once quit, but now I got one lit,
I just fell back into it...
along with all my pride; lately I've let things slide.
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in,
dig out the cleanest shirt...
and all at once I'm seized with the most exquisite hurt.
That untouched takeaway I brought home the other day
has quite a lot to say...
the elegance is clear, only resign,
piled high and wide,
about how lately I've let things slide.
I'm just about holdin' on,
but lately I've let things slide.