Nothing to do but sit on the couch and wait for things to change.
It'll be cool. I'll figure it out by hanging out with James.
He is the answer to any question I don't know to ask.
Maybe it's all an act.
Nothing is new. I guess that's alright. At least we feel the same.
It's just me and you. We're waiting to die, hanging out with James.
It's about time for all of the time that I forgot had passed to bite me in the ass.
I'm barely a corpse, yeah, but it could be worse. I could be a skeleton covered in dust and webs.
James, I can't see clearly.
I hope you still can hear me.
I think I'm getting bored,
but I don't know for sure
til James, James, or by whatever name
is shake, k'd, all gone up in flame.
What do I do now?
What if I don't know how?
Nothing to do but sit on the couch
Nothing to do but sit on the couch
Nothing to do but sit on the couch
Nothing to do but sit on the couch
Nothing to do but sit on the couchNothing to do but sit on itNothing to do but sit on the couchThis is the end