All I can do is imagine

I wake up early everyday,
And tell myself again "Today,
I'll finally be productive and
I'll stop with the I won't, I can't".
But I end up rotting in bed,
Though I'm living inside my head,
Imagining all I can do.

I get home from school once again,
I'm at my desk, holding my pen.
I stare at the homework ahead,
Trying hard to think, but instead,
I just end up rotting in bed,
Though I'm living inside my head,
Imagining all I can do.

You ask me why I don't hug you,
And I ask you the same thing too.
You look at me, disappointed,
Will I do what I've avoided?
So as you walk out through the door,
I stop you in the corridor.
But then I start filling with dread,
And I end up rotting in bed,
Though I'm living inside my head,
Imagining I'm hugging you.