[Verse 1]
I look my best on Sundays
When no one’s here to see
I write a half-assed melody
For no one else but me

Alas! (Aha!) I shout! Enough to shake the windows only
From! (Where?) My mouth! Is nothing but the breathing of a
Night spent late just contemplating
What’s the use in my complaining?

They’ve all got it worse than me and this I know but never face
But when it’s one thing or another it’s just instinct that I—

[Chorus]
Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign

Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain

Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
[Verse 2]
I look my worst on Wednesday nights
Just halfway through the week
I’ve looked a mess since Monday and
Forgotten how to sleep

To bed! (Now!) I said! A threat against myself but then I
Turn! (What?) My head! Back to the mindless workings of a
Place where words become degrading
Contradict myself by hating

Every single person finds a way to tear themselves apart
Except it’s not through therapy or any form of art, just—

[Chorus]
Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign

Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain

Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is—
[Chorus]
Complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign

Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain

Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain

Complain

Complain