Tiresome

When you're full sad sack Listening to Mush on a city bus You let those tears eat your brain "Poor me" is your refrain When you're off on one Whispering pity into your shirt You celebrate being weak And keep excuses in reach Here's what I learned living under my rock Here's what I found when I finally looked There's nothing there but air A void where ambition ain't A damp seat of bad thoughts A rotted body you came across When you're sitting on your back Eyes on a stained dropped ceiling Better served to burn that bed Than spend another second on that feeling Here's what I learned living under my rock Here's what I found when I finally looked You know this turn, you see it coming Your bored heart gives up on pumping That self-hate was persistent So those lungs are indifferent You fooled fools, but that's worthless Your pulse asks, "What's the purpose?" When tired is the entire sum That shit just makes you tiresome