Isn't there something I'm supposed to be doing  Isn't there something inside be boiling and brewing  Isn't there something I can take to make it better  Take two of these and call me in the morning    I spent the day doing a bunch of things for someone else  Now it's evening don't know what to do confused as hell  Should I pay the bills or clean the house or balance my check book  Feel like sitting on my ass but I know that's no good    I can't get something from nothing but I wish I could  And if I was someone else then I think I would  The grass is always greener on the other side  I am a walking cliché and there's no place to hide