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Sloth

Lyrics: [Intro] I’m the saint of the sofa Halo made of ash and dust Praying to the popcorn ceiling ‘Cause getting up just feels too much [Verse 1] Phone on my chest like a headstone Twenty missed calls, I play dead though Dishes in the sink grow a kingdom Mold in the cups like I meant them Plans on read, I let them rot Text “on my way” from a parking lot That I never leave I just watch my own breath freeze [Chorus] I’m the saint of the sofa, patron of the put-it-off Sleeping in a shirt from yesterday, stains I laugh it off (hah) If it ain’t right here in reach, then I don’t need it If it takes one step, I won’t complete it Crown of crumbs, I’m the king of the couch Too tired to care, too numb to crawl out If it ain’t right here in reach, then I don’t need it If it takes one step, I won’t complete it [Verse 2] Alarms in a choir I keep snoozing Every dream’s just me refusing Half-wrote songs in my notes app graveyard “Finish later” turned to “way too late, hard” Mom in my texts like “you’re wasting away” I leave her on seen, stare at the decay Ceiling fan halo spins over my head Spiraling slow like the thoughts in my bed [Chorus] I’m the saint of the sofa, patron of the put-it-off Sleeping in a shirt from yesterday, stains I laugh it off If it ain’t right here in reach, then I don’t need it If it takes one step, I won’t complete it Crown of crumbs, I’m the king of the couch Too tired to care, too numb to crawl out If it ain’t right here in reach, then I don’t need it If it takes one step, I won’t complete it [Bridge] [Beat drops, guitars ring out] Pray for me? I’d fold my hands but they’re empty batteries Save my soul? I’d sell it cheap, but that takes energy I could change, yeah I could change, I could change (could I?) But every “maybe tomorrow” sounds the same [Chorus] I’m the saint of the sofa, patron of the put-it-off Sleeping in a shirt from yesterday, stains I laugh it off If it ain’t right here in reach, then I don’t need it If it takes one step, I won’t complete it Crown of crumbs, I’m the king of the couch (king of the couch) Too tired to care, too numb to crawl out (too numb to crawl) If it ain’t right here in reach, then I don’t need it If it takes one step, I won’t complete it