Today�s another day you won�t deny that
it came so slow you don�t remember
when you got so fat
up above the bathroom mirror the light�ll
make you weak but
it�s that pacifying lie that grows now
every week
And still you hate it, it�s overrated
I�ll never forget things like, �who did what? �
cover old ground and drag
what�s useless up
i won�t feel guilty about being late again
there�s no one to answer to and
no one to hate