Furniture

I gotta stop apologizing To the furniture Carry my stress up in my spine Doctor looks at its curvature I'm a mess But it's alright Tried to fit my body in the vacuum cleaner But the air got too tight And it's not enough to be grateful You've gotta be great And I'm sorry I'm so hungry I've got a lot on my plate When you breath gets heavy Your body gets light I could never make your pupils sore I'm a sorry-eyed sight I'm a sorry-eyed sight I'm a sorry-eyed, sorry-eyed sight