Loss of Laziness by Joe Dimon



I’ve lost my laziness

I left the door open, she ran

Afraid of pots of coffee, she’s gone.

I thought with comfort, she'd stay

Spending her days napping across my legs

I’ve lost my laziness.

I hope she’s sprinting up the hill—just for fun

She eats peanut butter in the sun

Afraid of pots of coffee, she’s gone.

She should be resting

Her head on my shoulder, so blonde

I’ve lost my laziness.

She kept me from running my hill sprints

I bet if something broke, she’d suddenly exist

But afraid of pots of coffee, she’s gone.

She’d sprint the hill to get inside

Just to see what’s wrong

I’ve lost my laziness

Afraid of pots of coffee, she’s gone.