The Lucksmiths - I Can't Believe It's Not Better Lyrics
Take your timeOr some of mineI’ve got more than I know what to do withIt’s getting boringAt the wrong end of the morningStaring myself stupidInto a turned-off televisionCross-eyed, couch-riddenI should get myself to bedOr get myself togetherI suppose it could be worseBut I can’t believe it’s not betterA lot dependsOn the friendliness of friendsI reckon I should reconsiderSo come on, spring to my defenceWhen nothing else makes senseBut unemployment figuresI can still afford to find it funnyThat there’s so much month left at the end of the moneyI should get myself to bedOr get myself togetherI suppose it could be worseBut I can’t believe it’s not betterHurry up! Hurry up!It would be good to go outsideI know it’s late but I’m willing to waitI’m just so sick and tiredOf the ceilings and floorsOf the not-so-great indoors