These Days

I don’t wanna go outside
Most of the, most of the time
These days

‘Cause these days are different
To those days significantly easier, magnificent to most
But this pre-paid initiative
That my brain has an issue with
Where we know it all is slowly taking hold

So sit me down in front of a glass screen
And hope that the colours distract me
I don’t wanna go outside
Most of the, most of the time
These days

‘Cause these days it’s difficult
To discern what is literal
And the dictionary’s doing one-eighties on the word
And there’s turmoil at the printing press
‘Cause the snake oil costs them so much less
Than the ink they used to print the news of the world

So sit me down in front of a glass screen
And hope that the colours distract me
I don’t wanna go outside
Most of the, most of the time
These days
No, I don’t wanna go outside
Most of the, most of the time
These days

Well I have more bad days than I have good
And I’d just unplug myself if I could
I just need a hand to hold
To help me
And is this really any way to behave?
Oh, I am clearly never using my brain
I just need a hand to scroll
It’s not healthy, it’s not healthy
It’s not healthy at all

I don’t wanna go outside
Most of the, most of the time
These days
No, I don’t wanna go outside
Most of the, most of the time
These days