You caught me off guard, could you let me get my story straight
It's difficult to comprehend a ****** word you say
If you walk away this time, well, this is probably it
But I can't find a single reason for you to stay

Give me a second, let me get my thoughts right
You got me this time, feels like my tongue is in a vice
I try and say as much, but can't explain
So I try and fail to wear sympathetic face

That look you're giving, It's obvious you're not amused
I Suppress the urge to ***** out another thin excuse
You turn tail, stirring panic up inside of me
But despite everything, I just up and watch you leave

Oh I wish I had a new hobby
I wish I was like others
everyone does such cool things
while I sit on my **** and do nothing
I try to do a hobby, or two but none excite me like they used to
So this is where I ask the people
Please help me with this task
what are somethings you do to help the time pass?

Someone is looking
My soul is shaking
Maybe I've lost my mind

Maybe I'm crazy
Can you come save me
I think you're one of a kind

Put on my dressing
Can't stop obsessing
I envy the light you shine

You're so testing
Now I'm confessing
You're all that's on my mind

Best movements made are subtle.
Years, been record needle down.
Embrace the rubber ring
king of the loop.
Stuck in spin, too.

Spent, cored, spun,
inside the toilet.
Spent, cored, spun,
inside the toilet bowl.

A format, everlasting --
   good!
A poet, ******* banality,
   out of steam.

Cored, spun, and bored,
skimming porcelain.
Cored, spun, and bored,
kissing porcelain.

A star struck gaze
Across endless isles
Stocked with our favorite snacks
A brush of your fingers
Before we depart
A whisper of her perfume
Finding your senses
A shotgun stare
When you make too much noise
While the baby sleeps
Those simple moments
Where we whisper
Careful not to destroy them
Because they don’t come around often
Even when I forget to say
I love you
You know my heart
And where it lays
Eternally residing
In the trunk
At the foot of our bed
Where scrape book memories
Remind me of those simple moments

I’m bored
     I’m bored
          Im bored
               I’m bored

Help me
     Pressures
          Weighing
                  Heavy

All the
     Cliches
          Traditions
               Expectations

Bearing down,
     Bearing down,

               Down

                    Down

                         Down

Do this!
     Do that!
          Think this!
               Think that!

Ugh!
     I’m so tired
          Of all you people
               Dictating my life

Just let
  Please let
            Me be
                    Me

And still:
     After all
            Of that
                Deep thinking

I’m
    Still
        Bored.

I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored

Oh
By the way
Did I mention
I’m bored?

Cliches and traditions
Pressure heavy
Outcasted if you don’t
Participate

But oh! Why me!
Me and my
Tired.
Bored.
Soul.

I can't have the passion
It's just lust
Envy
Empty persona

Hint of malice
Illness
Uncurable

Messages don't reach
Responses zero
Hollow existence

Just self-love
Remains
Continuing
To wither