D(an) I.Y.

(альбом: 52 Weeks - 2009)

This seems to have become a trend
When did the day begin?
And how come a single soul hasn't told me?
It appears to have become a trend
Wasting my weekends on the couch
While mountains move around me

But I digress
In weight of feigning interest
To do what's best
Grab my coat and leave the house

How long have you lived around the corner?
A state of shock on your front lawn
But anxious enough to ask you
"Well, how long have you lived around the corner?"
Thank goodness that I've made it out alive

This seems to have become a trend
With more casing than courtesy
And song titles scribbled poorly on some poster board
It appears to have become a trend
A trailer sits in the driveway
While the brother, years younger, knows better

How long have you lived around the corner?
A state of shock on your front lawn
But anxious enough to ask you
"Well, how long have you lived around the corner?"
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive

I've been bored to death enough time, enough time today
I've been bored to death enough times, enough times to know that
We are what we are
And what we are is all the same
What we are is all the same
Not tired or uninspired
We could never live that way
We could never live that way
We are what we are
And what we are is all the same
What we are is all the same
Not tired or uninspired
We could never live that way
We could never live that way
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive

How long have you lived around the corner?
A state of shock on your front lawn
But anxious enough to ask you
"Well, how long have you lived around the corner?"
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive
Thank goodness that we've made it out alive