Couch-king

I'm feeling awful surface bound
I'm begging you to cut me down, I just keep forgetting
The shit we lost that takes up space
If I've got guts to show my face
Running round the bend for a seasonal change in the head
For a reason to get out of bed
We're burning daylight oh so carelessly
Put the weight on me
I've got a crown I wear around, but I've never worn it out
I just keep forgetting
I was king of the couch, I reigned for twenty-eight days
Building mountains of clothes
Making pillars of plates
The days always ebb and flow
You never let me know
When the fog is lifting
I was cherished by most but my memory won't last
The potted plant on the porch is an ashtray at best