I'm not sure where I'm going

Or even where I've been

When I think of going shopping

It's like I committed a sin.

The mortgage payment is coming

The electric was cut off

I can't get cool just sitting around

The humidity makes me cough.

The pantry is plain empty

My car out of gas

Anyway misplaced the key's

So guess I'll have to fast.

Time for me to settle down

And get my head on straight

I may have to find a job

Yep, I think that is my fate.

If I can't find my address book

I'll send my woe's to you

I'm just so stressed out

One thing I ask you to do.