Every Day I Wake Up in the Morning and I FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!

Every day I wake up in the morning and I FAIL! FAIL! FAIL! I’ve got it easy, man how can I resist? It’s a life of abundance. So what if I don’t live until a hundred and ten, I’m still ready for anything Those doomy thoughts concerning why I exist are so easily silenced! And I know there’s things happening in my body that are ugly and so dirty I try to tell myself I’m fine as I am, I try to do the very best that I can And I’ve established that I have a problem with keeping well Every noon I head on out the front door and I LOSE! I LOSE! I'm not contrary, I just never agree with anything ever I never take advice that’s given to me, hey but I’m down for whatever! Feelings of fun and general good happy vibes can turn easily violent And I know that my friends are only trying to help, but when they don't, they’re enablers! Around the corner is another onslaught of other perfectly edge-cutting retorts I’m so addicted to the chase for some sort of victory Every night I crawl back into bed and I’m WRONG! I’M WRONG! IT’S ALL WRONG! I’m glad, I’m fortunate, I love that you’re here to witness my bullshit! Just let me gorge until it streams from my pores! I can’t get sa-tiated I need to learn to plough on forward and go in reverse at the same time And I know these things can only change in my life if I’m ready. Am I ready? Is there a fuse short in my hippocampus? I haven’t been there but I’ve read the pamphlets Can you blame me if I want to damn this all to hell? All to hell. All to…. Hell. Every day I wake up in the morning and I FAIL! FAIL! FAIL! FAIL! FAIL! Etc