Boring-Boring

I am bored I could die, but what a cliche phrase, why even try
Street names and numbers, their position and their order
Every minute I get older, I watch the ceiling over and over
Tell me I'm funny, I know, What's so funny? That's not a joke

Keep eyes out on the west side
I wish I was there, but I don't have a ride
It must be, it must be much better than here

Well, it's not so bad it's just a little slow
But now I know what I want and that's how it goes
When I walk through all the halls, my thoughts seem to grow
The whole world is so bland how about a TV show
I am sick of the way you try to sell me things,
I know I am experience I have the right away
So for now I am numb, but the night is always young
Therefore I'm on a certain path but still kind of bored

7,000 channels and 3 million minutes
I don't have all the patience a seven day performance
Question hypothetical tests strength of will
One answer's correct we need time to fill

Well, it's not so bad it's just a little slow
But now I know what I want and that's how it goes
When I walk through all the halls, my thoughts seem to grow
The whole world is so bland how about a TV show
I am sick of the way you try to sell me things
I know I am experience I have the right away
So for now I am numb, but the night is always young
Therefore I'm on a certain path but still kind of bored



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Biondi
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