Somebody Who Isn't Me

Dweeb

Seems my options include everything
‘Cept the things I’d like to do

So I go around and count my chairs
Seems I’m only usin two

Lookin at the listings every day
The regulations do require

A good faith effort has been made
To try to get me hired

Oh, no, doors have all been closed
Only thing that I wanna be
Is somebody who isn’t me

Oh, no, doors have all been closed
So I just lay around and sleep

Make a listing of all my skills
Everything I wanna try

Make another list of all the things
I’d like to do before I die

But I’m just shufflin from room to room
Lookin over all my junk

Of decisions that must be made
My only interest has sunk

Oh, no,

So I make my choice from everything
Except the things I wanna do

Then I sit around and count my brains
Seems I’m only usin two

My reclining sofa is the place
Where I sit and watch the screen

In mathematics it might be seen
As a regression to the mean

Oh, no,