The Everyday, Man

I've lost my head,
I think it's in the bank,
And we're all out,
So find some tissues

Back to the traffic,
Good luck, man, 
I wish I could help
It's raining again, 
Time to say hello
Ask how he is
The Misses is pregnant 
Man, I wish I had scissors     

First I'll stutter,
Then say I'm dead
I always sleep,
There’s too much dread

A midnight stride,
Forget your pride
Go to sleep,
With the door on,
Then lose the Rhyme

I lay there waiting,
Too scared to be awake
Then commit the deed 
And find some tissues
 
Man, I wish I could drive.
Hang on a sec comrade,
And put the kettle open

Won’t be a moment
Just grabbing them now
That’s the formula,
Convenience in a box

It was always a hoax
A toothbrush, to wear
And maybe new socks
then find some tissues 
Go out the back
Tell her, I’m not here
And complain about the movie

It was just a joke, man
Man, I wish I had some tissues,
And find something happy
And find something happy
And find something happy