This is a slump, oh I know it is
How many months has it been?
Came all at once, now it's gone again
Some heavy words on a screen
I am a chump, oh I know I am
Is there a pill I can take?
To trip it up, find the stowaway
And do it for my own sake
There's a watcher at my window
He's been banging on the door
There's a watcher at my window
He's been banging on the door
I'm a hermit crab-like creature
I'm not coming out for sure
It's been a month since I went away
And I'm still stuck in a rut
Do keep in touch, or don't anyway
It's anything but clear-cut