Crywank Are Posers

Bored

Distract myself with what is given

Corpse

All my ideas stay unwritten

I can try harder

I can be better

I can do more but I know I won't

And I know apathy

And I know acceptance

And a lack of motivation is what they want

I can have beliefs and I can wear them on my sleeve

But I will do nothing about them

Just stay in an look at screens

Oh, this life spent basking in the blue light

I can speak of change but in the end I feel ashamed

Because although I can explain I do not act on what I say

A waste of time

Is hearing what is on my mind, mind

Active trapped inside a stationary body

Down, down, down and out

I feel a constant sense of waiting

Pious reflections on things I have only just come to understand

Righteous hypocrisy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man