'You are travelling around a country and then you find a place you really like where you can do heaps of things and the people are cool and you can stay at this house for free, so you think youll stay a week, which turns into a forntight, which turns into three weeks and then a month, and every day you're like "i'll leave tomorrow for SURE"! but then another party, another joint, another gig later and you're back at square one. After a while you start doubting you're ever going to leave but you're running out of money and instead of doing all the cool things this city offers you find yourself on the couch all day smoking joints and hating yourself for not leaving and not doing anything. So then you finally are about to leave and someone wants to start a band with you. And the people at the house who you thought by now were sure to hate you, are so used to you being there and not ever leaving that they tell you not to leave as you are now part of the dynamic. Which turns you into this sort of anti-slack-hero who's popular for not doing anything and hating yourself. which is kinda cool.. but you really gotta leave. But this rut is just so comfortable, and you're too stoned to leave today.. thats it, you'll leave tomorrow for sure.'