Can’t Be Arsed

Tomorrow always sounds
like a really productive day.

Can’t Be Arsed isn’t really about laziness. It’s about the strange comfort of putting things off while quietly knowing they’ll still be there tomorrow. Gym memberships, job applications, unopened protein powder and well-meaning advice all become part of the same routine, where every plan feels reasonable until it’s time to actually start. Like much of Different Day, the song finds humour in ordinary British life without pretending the joke isn’t sometimes on us.

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Yeah… suppose I should get up at some point.

Alarm’s been going off since half ten,
I’m still scrolling reels in the same joggers again.
Job listings say “ambitious self-starter”,
I laugh, close the tab, roll another one after.
Gym membership’s active, payment went through,
Haven’t been since January, truth.
Got the protein powder sitting on the side,
Still unopened, best before’s last July.

I know I should, I really do,
But the sofa’s warm and the day’s half through.

Can’t be arsed today, maybe tomorrow,
Put it on the list with the rest of my sorrow.
Can’t be arsed, leave it for now,
World keeps spinning, I’ll figure it out… somehow.
Can’t be arsed, turn the volume up,
Let the breakbeat drown the shoulda-woulda stuff.
Can’t be arsed, it’s fine, it’s cool,
I’ll sort it next week after I finish this school… of thought.

Mum rings, asks if I’ve applied for that thing,
I say “working on it”, which is technically lying.
Got the CV open in another tab,
Cursor blinking like it’s judging me bad.
Mate’s doing overtime, building his credit,
I’m watching boxsets, eating cold pizza in bed.
I tell myself it’s just a phase, relax,
But it’s been three years and I’m still on this track.

Deep down I know the clock’s ticking loud,
But right now the duvet’s winning by knockout.

Can’t be arsed today, maybe next year,
Add it to the pile of shit I hold dear.
Can’t be arsed, leave it alone,
Breakbeats still hit and I’m still at home.
Can’t be arsed… yeah I know it’s sad,
But at least the groove’s still proper bad.

Tomorrow.
Definitely tomorrow.