This is torture at it's finest state
My blankets are warm and there's too much on my plate
I feel happy
I feel dull
The fireplace is glowing
My wineglass is always full
Fix your hair
I think I will sleep under the stars tonight
Take a walk take a trip take a stand with me
The air's much better when you can breathe
The sky's more blue when you can see
I feel happy I feel content lying on a rock sleeping in a tent
One thing I regret is not bringing me TV set not to watch or admire
But to throw in my dying fire
I think this spot will do
This is omnipresence in it's priest form
I've got everything I need right here
I thought I had it all