They call me Mr. Carbohydrate. It's the only thing I can digest. Xenophobia or general disinterest. I must catch up with all this stuff. They call me a boring fuckhead. They say I might as well work in a bank. I tell them I wish I was they tell me that I'm sick in the head. They say that I'm sick in the head. They call me Mr. Carbohydrate. They call me Mr. Inadequate. They call me Mr. Paranoia. They call me Mr. Hypochondria. Have you heard of Matthew Maynard. He's my favourite cricketer. I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar. Than play with my guitar. People tell me I should get out more. But the TV is my best friend. Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane. The only thing that keeps me sane. They call me Mr. Carbohydrate. They call me Mr. Inadequate. They call me Mr. Paranoia. They call me Mr. Hypochondria. Sometimes I just stay in bed. And think about the day. When I can retire forgetting everything. I'll forget everything. Forget everything. Forever but not today. When I cannot cannot say. No more yesterdays.