An Old Couch

The old couch got me sinking My in-print is left undisturbed The beer in my left hand Is starting to get on my nerves The whole wide world can't follow me here to think I'm left alone and nobody wants to hear me sing My friends too long forgotten, miss a hand And the funny thing bout that is, life is but a band A band that'll snap your neck This couch here protects Me from all the bad I have faced Nothin gets under my skin Nothing I see is a disgrace The whole wide world can't follow me inside to see What a lonesome happy person is to be The old couch got me sinking My in-print is left undisturbed The beer in my left hand Is starting to get on my nerves The whole wide world can't follow me here to think I'm left alone and nobody wants to hear me sing Now remember dear loved ones, I chose for this to be Nothing seemed more stable, than a nice breeze And now that breeze has hollowed my body And I can't seem to feel relieved The old couch got me sinking My in-print is left undisturbed The beer in my left hand Is starting to get on my nerves The whole wide world can't follow me here to think I'm left alone and nobody wants to hear me sing