The Dismemberment Plan Follow

Called in sick to work today
I couldn't have gotten the damn thing done anyhow
I made myself some coffee and
I listened to the rain rattle the leaves, yeah
I told myself there's nothing wrong
And stared right through the paper for a long, long time

Stuck inside my dream so long
It wears you down, it grows you old but that's a fact
Cold light comes to clear the fog
Away from time to time but it'll be back soon
I used to think that justice had to
Rule for happy lives but now I'm not so sure at all

Come home, why don't you come home?
I cannot remember why you left
And I'd rather been happy than right this time

Called my dad to check in and to
Maybe find some common sense for more or less
He says common sense is such a scam
And I'm like, "Dad, what do you mean?" Oh
He says, "You're either wrong or right
And life will go on either way, whatever you chose" But I know

That anger's all right and bitterness no
Cold uncontrollably sad and unable to let it go

And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar
Well, I don't know, well, I don't know
Well, I don't know, well, I don't know
Well, I don't know, well, I don't know

I called in sick to work today
I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done