Isn't there something I'm supposed to be doing
Isn't there something inside be boiling and brewing
Isn't there something I can take to make it better
Take two of these and call me in the morning
I spent the day doing a bunch of things for someone else
Now it's evening don't know what to do confused as hell
Should I pay the bills or clean the house or balance my check book
Feel like sitting on my ass but I know that's no good
I can't get something from nothing but I wish I could
And if I was someone else then I think I would
The grass is always greener on the other side
I am a walking cliché and there's no place to hide