I’m so sick of relying on anyone
But myself to get the ball rolling.
I think it’s time for me to get up off my seat,
And stop pretending to always feel so beat.

I’m pretty sure my friends think that I’m dead,
It’s been a while since I’ve been up and out.
I just can’t seem to make this happen anymore.
I hate to take a shot, but never score.

Can these words just write themselves for me,
So I can sit back and just watch the TV?
And follow the bouncing ball right through every line,
Instead of trying oh so hard and just failing every time.

I will not be sleeping-in and just forgetting
All of the things I should’ve done already,
And not follow the bouncing ball right through every line,
Instead of trying oh so hard and just failing every time.