I am upon the sofa
inhaling deliberately slow
You lean on the fridge
You're feeling so low
It's all up in the air
It's going the way of the kitchen sink
There's only one thing certain
I'd like another drink
I've got positive identification
Yes - it's one of those days
I'm drunk, yes, I'm drunk
But I think I can do it ok
Come and be out of shape with me
Come and be deflected out of this tragedy
Consider my delicate health for a moment...
Have I given the game away?...
I'm ailing and I can't escape
My name's missing from the active list
No way am I in useful shape
I'll give it everything
everything I've been given
I know I'm way out of line
Hope I'll stumble over heaven
Come and be out of shape with me
Come and be deflected out of this tragedy