Blake Babies Follow

Feel like a slob who lives for the day
When a winning ticket pay is made
Caught with my butt, hanging out of my pants
Waiting for some kind of lucky chance

But nothing ever comes to those who wait
That's why, I'm wasting away in front of that empty plate
I say, "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday
For a hamburger, today"

I look out of the window from my bed
I weigh all my options, but not one comes out ahead
You'd think, there'd be something
Oh, I'll take anything

I look up to the heavens and over at the phone
Most of what I had is gone
But I still got my TV
It makes me feel, I'm not alone

I say, "Nothing's good and nothing's bad
Every thing's just kinda sad
I kinda hope for an accident
So I can go to sleep"

I look at all my buddies and what's left of the family
They're not what I wanna be, not whom I wanna see
You'd think, there'd be something
Oh, I'll take anything

Wasn't always this way
I used to know how to use the day
Maybe I can shake this funk
And get out before I'm sunk

You'd think, there'd be something
Oh, I'll take anything