The Dumbwaiter

Idle I sit

Making barely more than my rent

Just waiting as I watch time pass me by

But I'm more than I seem

See I can dance and I sing

Oh shit yeah, sorry I'll be back with fries

Is this what I get

Last month I was sure I was set

To live off of music least until death

But both my bandmates just died

And now I'm back serving sides

Am I a narcissist to stop and cry

'Cause what if I'm just stuck

I have been known to have bad luck

I just wish that I'd had a bit more time

Art is but a random Sisyphean procedure

Built on desperation to defeat the grim reaper

Rock and roll till death or simply die on the bleacher

Wishing that you played

My egotist brain

Thought I would be rich by eighth grade

But now I am twenty-six and in pain

If my life is a game

Then I think the player has stayed

In the character creation menu

Without a name

And the game has got a

Tedious progression system based on a rebirth

Heroes must reboot to move their continuity forth

All that I wish is to have a gold age without a

Crisis right behind

What can I call art

Do my chromatics make me smart

'Cause God knows that my schooling never did

All I know are ups and downs so call me Dumbwaiter

Build me up to brand new heights to crack me down later

Success never sticks so if I am a dumb waiter

At least I have a name

To give the blank canvas a frame

And I might die as blank

But at least I have a frame