The Bedroom Philosopher - What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? lyrics

Eleven AM I wake up Twelve PM I'm still stuck On the edge of my bed Like a hood ornament in pyjamas I should have a shower or breakfast at least But I think we're out of milk and there's only crusts left And I don't want anymore hairs on my chest I know I had really grand plans for today But I'm a snooze bu*ton junkie getting high on delay Morning is well and truly broken And Cat Stevens has changed his name And I've got six different things to do lists Hidden around my room Please tell me What am I supposed to be doing? Um Um What Am I supposed to be doing? I've got emails to not reply to calls to put off making Bills to suppress and some appointment to think briefly about But then I can't find that bit of paper I've got resumes to print out and write lyrics on the back of Washing to orbit my room with and Gigs to think hard about probably never getting round to ever actually looking for I dream of genie in my water bottle Someone specialising in admin and PR To come along and start kissing me slowly behind the neck Y'know and getting me gigs and sh** Cos life offers you more choices than Subway I don't know what salads or dressings I want on my sandwich of destiny I could start a novel Start a charity Start a small business course And take the first baby steps towards Starting a multi-national global franchised corporation Or I could just have a ciggie and a cup of tea Nine PM yeah where's the day gone? I didn't get my things to do list done But I did make a mixed tape for my cousin