I try to stay away from coffee, but brunch is just a must on Sunday.
I’m never very far from being broke.
My taste is rather too expensive, although my style is apprehensive.
My credit card bills are just a joke.
We try to analyze but who knows what we’re really thinking.
We always comprise afraid to be our best, afraid to be the best.

A little too comfortable to really want to change.
I slowly dream my life away.
A little too satisfied to surface from the sand.
I’ll never be a superstar but I’m doing the best I can.

My late night cravings never fail me, a bowl of cornflakes often fills me.
But cyberspace is much more dangerous.
I’ve played around until it thrilled me, I’ve loved until it almost killed me.
I still don’t feel I’ve had enough.
We can’t be satisfied afraid of what we might be missing.
We always criticize afraid to be our best, afraid to be the best. 

A little too comfortable to really want to change...

But I’m doing the best I can.
When I was very young I thought I was the only one.
I thought I sang a different song.
I had no clue I could be wrong.
Now I live this modern life I never thought I’d compromise.
But now it comes as no surprise,

I’ve finally realized that I’m a little too comfortable to really want to change...