Boredom, in the kingdom of my room.
I’m king of the sooner or later
night after night
waiting for the days to get longer
- have you ever wondered
what you'll do tomorrow?
tomorrow might look after itself
but it's looking after myself that's the problem sometimes
trying to find meaning
in everyday feelings
waking up on the floor every morning
disguising just how bored I really am
‘cause the buzzcocks were right
It’s all straight lines
Of whatever we can find
to stop ourselves actually thinking
‘cause it’s thinking we're actually scared of
not love
or loss
or trusting a man who sleeps with his socks on
but thinking big enough to sink titanically
and still manage to believe it was worth it
konowing that living without thinking isn't really living
it's just going through the motions
emotional constipation
waiting to shit and admit
that it's time you did something about it
before you're so bored of being bored
that moving forward is your only option
bored out of your skull and into the culture of blaming it on the drugs, bug bears and not caring
that we chose to be part of
so don't be bored,
leave some doors open
learn something/burn something
pay for soup, build a fort and set that on fire
before it's too late and you die of boredom
so bored that
they bore a hole in your head:
a teenage lobotomy
(please,
feel free
to stop me
if I'm boring you)
I’m king of the sooner or later
night after night
waiting for the days to get longer
- have you ever wondered
what you'll do tomorrow?
tomorrow might look after itself
but it's looking after myself that's the problem sometimes
trying to find meaning
in everyday feelings
waking up on the floor every morning
disguising just how bored I really am
‘cause the buzzcocks were right
It’s all straight lines
Of whatever we can find
to stop ourselves actually thinking
‘cause it’s thinking we're actually scared of
not love
or loss
or trusting a man who sleeps with his socks on
but thinking big enough to sink titanically
and still manage to believe it was worth it
konowing that living without thinking isn't really living
it's just going through the motions
emotional constipation
waiting to shit and admit
that it's time you did something about it
before you're so bored of being bored
that moving forward is your only option
bored out of your skull and into the culture of blaming it on the drugs, bug bears and not caring
that we chose to be part of
so don't be bored,
leave some doors open
learn something/burn something
pay for soup, build a fort and set that on fire
before it's too late and you die of boredom
so bored that
they bore a hole in your head:
a teenage lobotomy
(please,
feel free
to stop me
if I'm boring you)