I've really got to clean up my room   You know it's been so long since I've seen   my floor   It's getting kind of scary in fact I suspect   That when I finally clear away I won't know   her anymore   How we'll have grown so far apart   From those early days with the fresh new   start   So in the end it won't matter at all   So why should I bother with the rise and the   fall   So I quietly lay back down   And watch TV      But these are the things we tell ourselves   Eventual stories designed to amuse   It's a game we play and we play it well   In fact we're so damn good that we try to   lose   So we can keep hiding   So we can survive   And keep on believing   Someday we'll go outside & drive   Gonna go outside & drive...      I have resolved not to leave my house   Till my floor comes back and my room is   clean   So I'm really kind of glad that my TV's here   While I concoct my plan to fulfill my dream   Now won't that be wonderful when I'll   finally be done   You know I just can't wait for it then I'll   start to have fun   It's getting hard lately to concentrate   All my appointments canceled cause I'm   horribly late   You know I think I need a prison   In order to dream of being free      But these are things we tell ourselves   Eventual stories designed to amuse   It's a game we play and we play it well   In fact we're so damn good that we try to   lose   So we can keep hiding   So we can survive   And keep on believing   Someday we'll go outside & drive      Now weeks have gone by and my room's not   done   In fact I could say that it's gotten much   worse   Old Chinese food and ravioli cans   Amongst the crumpled letters the mood's   quite perverse   But I got a new TV with a remote control   Styrofoam and instructions fill the hole   Where I once cleared a path where I once   blazed a trail   To the bathroom, but I fear that a nail   Is buried there now so I step very rarely   And try not to get out of bed      You know tomorrow I'll get up and I'll walk   out my door   And life will return to the way that it was   But I think I'm getting sick I'd better give it   a day   It mustn't get a foothold, but it usually does   So I'll sit right here till I'm old and gray   I need my rest after all I'm wasting away   And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my   sneaker   I think he's biding his time till I get some-   what weaker   Things could still turn out alright   As long as I'm not dad   As long as I'm ...   I'm...I'm not...   I'm not dead, no I'm not dead      But these are the things we tell ourselves   Eventual stories designed to amuse   It's a game we play and we play it well   In fact we're so damn good that we try to   lose   So we can keep hiding   So we can survive   And keep on believing   Someday we'll go outside & drive   Gonna go outside & drive   What's it like outside