Blake Babies

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.
Wait 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 said nothing's good and nothing's bad.
Everything's just kind of sad.
I kind of 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 want to be.
Not whom I want to 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.