I've been drinking
It doesn't change how I feel
I think about it sometimes

The less you're doing
The more I begin to despise
I can't wait till you go
Oh

Discuss the rituals, waste the dates subjective casualties suggests something they gotta do
It's all around us, flowing through
The buses, streets and highway systems
So don't say you don't have a clue

Take your shirt off, there's nothing to gain
When we all keep from ourselves
No, there's nothing to lose

Have a swim, go outside
For once, after all, all us hypochondriacs
We need something to do

Give me something to do
Give us something to do