Lately I've Let Things Slide

With a growing sense of dread

And a hammer in my head

Fully clothed upon the bed

I wake up to the world

That lately I've been

Living in

There's a cut upon my brow

Must have banged myself somehow

But I can't remember now

And the front door's open wide

Lately I've let things slide

I go to the bin

I throw the laundry in

And pick out the cleanest shirt

Then I tell myself again

I don't really hurt

Smoking I once quit

Now I've got one lit

I just fell back into it

Along with my pride

Lately I've let things slide

I go to the bin

I throw the laundry in

Dig out the cleanest shirt

When all at once I'm seized again

By exquisite hurt

That untouched take-away

I brought home the other day

Has quite a lot to say

The evidence is clear

On ever side piled high and wide

About how lately I've

Let things slide

Just about holding on

But lately I've let things

Slide

Slide, slide, slide

Slide, slide, slide