punktuality
Bluelighter
Idle hands must be fulfilled,
But my mind it can't be willed,
To motivate my fine motor skills,
It must be boredom.
Random nonsense, I can't think,
I'm going mad, think I'm on the brink,
Am I dehydrated? Do I need a drink?
My mind is thirsty.
What do you do when you’re alone?
When you’re not talkin' on the telephone,
When there is no one else at home,
Does your mind wander?
Does it run away from you sometimes,
To escape this world of lies,
It can't get away, but god it tries,
It sometimes scares me.
I need something to occupy my brain,
But outside it just looks like rain,
And all that’s here is just more pain,
What will I do?
If I splash in puddles I'll get wet,
I'm on the mark but I'm not set,
I'm ready for anything I get,
But I can’t be bothered.
Maybe tomorrow'll bring something new,
But I know my bed will feel like glue,
Who knows? Maybe I will meet you,
But I don't even know you?
In my head sometimes I find,
A place to get off this crazy ride,
A place where I can run and hide,
And nobody knows me.
But at the end of the day I feel,
I realise what I feel is real,
Round and round on the merry-go-wheel,
I'm getting dizzy.
So I finally open up the door,
And get my arse up of the floor,
I could start a revolution, or start a war,
With some motivation.
When will this stop? Where will this end?
I want to know the future and I tend,
To drive myself right around the bend,
And back again.
But my mind it can't be willed,
To motivate my fine motor skills,
It must be boredom.
Random nonsense, I can't think,
I'm going mad, think I'm on the brink,
Am I dehydrated? Do I need a drink?
My mind is thirsty.
What do you do when you’re alone?
When you’re not talkin' on the telephone,
When there is no one else at home,
Does your mind wander?
Does it run away from you sometimes,
To escape this world of lies,
It can't get away, but god it tries,
It sometimes scares me.
I need something to occupy my brain,
But outside it just looks like rain,
And all that’s here is just more pain,
What will I do?
If I splash in puddles I'll get wet,
I'm on the mark but I'm not set,
I'm ready for anything I get,
But I can’t be bothered.
Maybe tomorrow'll bring something new,
But I know my bed will feel like glue,
Who knows? Maybe I will meet you,
But I don't even know you?
In my head sometimes I find,
A place to get off this crazy ride,
A place where I can run and hide,
And nobody knows me.
But at the end of the day I feel,
I realise what I feel is real,
Round and round on the merry-go-wheel,
I'm getting dizzy.
So I finally open up the door,
And get my arse up of the floor,
I could start a revolution, or start a war,
With some motivation.
When will this stop? Where will this end?
I want to know the future and I tend,
To drive myself right around the bend,
And back again.
