Seem's theres always something to be done

But at the same time, there's nothing to do

Bored out of my mind and yet procrastinating like i have no life

Maybe i don't

Why

Do i do those things

There's just no point,

But that's beside the point that i'm just lazy

Why

Don't i do those things

That seems to have a point,

That are pointless to avoid

Slacker is my true name when it comes to getting my work done

But i'm not done having my fun

People on my case day and night, but it's my fault, and that's not right

That's not right...why fight?

Always on a never-ending hoilday

My life is a never-ending hoilday

I don't work and i just play

But now i found, to my dismay,

There's nothing as a never-ending hoilday