[Verse 1]
I look my best on Sundays
When no one’s here to see
I write a half-assed melody
For no one else but me
Alas! (Aha!) I shout! Enough to shake the windows only
From! (Where?) My mouth! Is nothing but the breathing of a
Night spent late just contemplating
What’s the use in my complaining?
They’ve all got it worse than me and this I know but never face
But when it’s one thing or another it’s just instinct that I—
[Chorus]
Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
I look my best on Sundays
When no one’s here to see
I write a half-assed melody
For no one else but me
Alas! (Aha!) I shout! Enough to shake the windows only
From! (Where?) My mouth! Is nothing but the breathing of a
Night spent late just contemplating
What’s the use in my complaining?
They’ve all got it worse than me and this I know but never face
But when it’s one thing or another it’s just instinct that I—
[Chorus]
Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
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