Complacency

This is what I do:
I have so much to lose
And I can’t change my ways
Have fun, misbehave
Complacent with my dilemma
It still could have been May
No more than three weeks had passed
And I became stuck in my ways
Like my mind was my own clock
Wake up, go to work, come home
Do it all again
I drank to stop my mind from wandering
When I was home
When I was home alone
This is what I do:
I have so much to lose
And I can’t change my ways
Have fun, misbehave
Complacent with my dilemma
It still could have been May
No more than three weeks had passed
And I became stuck in my ways
Like my mind was my own clock
Wake up, go to work, come home
Do it all again
I drank to stop my mind from wandering
When I was home
When I was home alone
Is it enough to say that if you hadn’t left
I wouldn’t have ended up this way?
It took a scenic change
And a year of shaking myself
To sleep in the night
To ease off the feeling
That I was unhealthy
And stagnant in every
Part of my life
It still could have been May
No more than three weeks had passed
And I became stuck in my ways
Like my mind was my own clock
Wake up, go to work, come home
Do it all again
I drank to stop my mind from wandering
When I was home
When I was home alone