Boredom

Boredom all around
In every part of town
Nothing to do nothing to go to
Sitting all alone
Staring at my phone
Tired from doing nothing, what’s up with that?
Nothing to do, I’m looking around and around and around
No ones calling and there’s nothing to be found, to be found
Just me and my desire
In a mental funeral pyre
Nothing to see nothing to see to
The movies all are lame
And the bars are all the same
Escaping with the Doctor once again
Nothing to do, I’m looking around and around and around
No one calling now there’s nothing to be found, to be found
Nothing to do, I’m looking around and around and around
No one to call on now there’s nothing to be found, to be found
Boredom
Boredom
In the streets or is it in my mind
Boredom
I’m just staring at the screen all the time
Bum-ba-dum
Working hard all week
Too tired to even speak
Is this life or just a vicious cycle?
There’s things to do in town
But I’m a country mouse
I want it all I just don’t want to leave the house
Nothing to do, I’m looking around and around and around
No ones calling and there’s nothing to be found, to be found
Nothing to do, I’m looking around and around and around
No one to call and there’s nothing to be found, to be found
Boredom