Boredom of myself

Verse 1

Pattern on the ceiling

Clock is eating the afternoon

Cracks in the plaster

Tracing circles in the dust

Television static

Flat light on the table

Stale bread

Water in a chipped cup

Pre-Chorus

It never ends

It stays the same

Same old wall

Same old gray

Chorus

Staring at the drywall until I lose my sight

Boring into nothingness with all of my might

Burn it down

Burn it down

Waiting for a tremor just to feel a spark

Staring at the ceiling while it's getting dark

Rip it up

Rip it up

Verse 2

Dust on the window

Tired shadows crawl the hall

Left hand shaking

Spilling sugar on the rug

Vacuum hums a dirge

Lower than a basement

Heavy lungs

Hardly even breathing

Pre-Chorus

It never ends

It stays the same

Same old wall

Same old gray

Chorus

Staring at the drywall until I lose my sight

Boring into nothingness with all of my might

Burn it down

Burn it down

Waiting for a tremor just to feel a spark

Staring at the ceiling while it's getting dark

Rip it up

Rip it up

Bridge

Slow

Time is thick

Like wet sand

I am buried

I am gone

Let me out

Let me out

Let me out

Chorus

Staring at the drywall until I lose my sight

Boring into nothingness with all of my might

Burn it down

Burn it down

Waiting for a tremor just to feel a spark

Staring at the ceiling while it's getting dark

Rip it up

Rip it up