mope, mope and eat

If someone invented a pill for dying I would take it
Painless and quick and under a thousand pounds
I definitely would
There are other ways to die of course
But it is too much work
It is too much work to live and it is too much work to die
These are the thoughts that run through my mind on dull mornings like these
I could of course call in sick
But seriously there is nothing good on telly
All I would do is eat and mope, mope and eat, eat and mope
So a friend has a birthday on Friday
Should I go or stay away
Stay and stew or go and spew
There is nothing like being the dark cloud in the crowd
Besides I haven’t had a drink since the 15th of December
No more alcohol remember really hard
Jeez snap out of it already!
Either step in front of the bus or push on.
I have a million and one things to do already
Today is my dog walker’s first day I hope he survives it
I have exams on the 31st and revisions to complete
I have a gym session tonight and the house needs cleaning
Well maybe a not a million and one
Argh I hate days like these