Ennui

They brought the wrong toast with my breakfast in bed
Whole wheat not white I specifically said
I don't even know why I bother, I wish I was dead

There's no ladder to climb at the top of the hill
My women come willing, my drinks are well chilled
And I can't remember the last time I felt something even remotely resembling a thrill

Ennui
Poor me
I'm miserable here in the top tower suite
The view from the top isn't quite what I thought it would be
Poor me
Ennui

My analyst said, "think big-picture,
You're clearly ahead of the game"
I don't see the point so let's roll one more joint and complain
And complain
And complain

Children are starving in Africa
Things are unbearably bleak
But all things considered the least you can do is not fuck up my order for calming green tea

Ennui
Poor me
You can't comprehend my unique misery
The song in my head's in a decidedly minor key
Poor me
Ennui



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Writer(s): Alexander Scott Castle
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