It's killing time
The TV's on with a bottle of shit
Buried needle
The record player has forgotten not to spin, so, you're feeling useless?
Well, the bidding starts at $19.95
And while the survey says 'cheers and applause' another hour dies
Jacking off again
40 oz in the fridge
Have these dreams put to sleep
So call me up and tell me something
I'm dying to believe
I dunno
I don't care
I just sit and stare now
I don't think
I just listen to the drone of this old being
(I just listen to the voice of this machine)
Friday night, steppin' out and talkin' to the same fucking people
"So, how's your family?"
"How was school?"
Conversation strain
Force endurance from this class
It's 11:45
Two more hours lumber past and I feel like I tried
(Sight of profound apathetic despair)
Fucking off again
Talking to this bitch, she hates me
I hate her
So shut me up and take me somewhere
I'm dying to leave
