歌词
Wasted another day
Another day where I could have been
Everything that I strive to be
And everything that I envy
I feel like I've found a way to succeed
But I'm actively choosing to hide it
I'll write a list
And I'll sing a song
But I can't seem to find any traction
Feeling like warm dough
Not being able to work
Maybe I should sell everything I own
Give this dream to some other jerk
Plato stands at the back of the bar
He's nursing a cocktail
The phone's off the cradle
He's picking a beard hair
From out of his ice
And he's flicking it
Into the peanuts
Wading through chest high water
Watching my peers move & grow
As the water gets higher
They all seem to float
I'll tell myself It's just a bad day
I'll tell myself it will come soon
After I buy this
After I plan that
And I slowly wither away
Plato stands at the back of the bar
He's nursing a cocktail
He's such a smug fucker
He's picking a beard hair
From out of his ice
And he's flicking it
Into the peanuts
To be a statue behind the glass
Arms and legs lost in the bath
I'd like direction but I can't see
I can only push myself so far
Plato stands at the back of the bar
He's nursing a cocktail
The phone's off the cradle
He's picking a beard hair
From out of his ice
And he's flicking it
Into the peanuts
The patron beside him
Yells at the TV
'Cause he lived his life
Vicariously
"Did you know they used to be my so-and-so?"
And he beams with pride
And he dies inside