Bored of Guitar

I'm bored of guitar

Full circle

I'm bored of guitar

Full circle

Everywhere I look

People just seem confused

Waiting for an article to tell them what we do

I'm bored of guitar

The asymmetry

We look like the yankees

Everybody's pointing the same way

Dressed to depress

Fuck's sake do we know anyone left-handed

I'm bored of guitar

So cool it

I'm bored of guitar

So sue me

I'm sick of it

Did you just feel the switch

Now we're in the cloud

Can't get in the door

So I strut my way around

Future isn't clear

So I push those dreams back down

Boredom is the symptom, the sickness is doubt

If I tell the truth

Might've lost the plot on the way

I'm less in touch with my own heart than I ever have been

(Could this be the end?)

When I was a boy

(I could not sit still)

I dreamt my days all away and

Now the dream is near

And it might be here

But it feels weird

(Is this really it?)