Comfort is a thing I'll never see,
Because when I change gears on my bike,
I'll start to feel alright,
And as I pedal,
The grinding of the metal,
Causes noises I can't stand.

And I'll click them away,
So that I can continue,
But I'm always sweating,
At my next venue.

Lying in bed,
I'll toss and turn,
And I'll feel alright,
Till my arm falls asleep,
Or my leg or my foot,
And Ill try again,
But I always give up.

When I love a song, I'll listen to it.
Believe it or not,
But then the words are static,
And it means nothing,
And I move on.

You can say I am never happy,
And I'll probably agree,
Cause whenever I feel alright,
It's taken from beneath me.

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