the war on boredom Lyrics

Four months ago in the dead of the cold

I told you every little thing that I hide

And I watched

As you tried to make sense of the mess painted on my face

And you bought a new microwave and I bet it was just to drown out the noise

From my end

To pretend and to live in a world where I made sense

But today isn't yesterday

Even if I want it to be that way in the end

Even if it won't be me

I know I'll try to compete

On one half of my feet I'll take a run with the rest

I fall out of my place and take a breath

You said that I reap all that I sow

But I never even took a first step

Used my toe as a crutch

I never did a lay-up on stage

And I know

In the end that nothing that I do is with my own hands

From the helm

I command myself to do things they'll understand

But still I grow my hair

And I look and I change everything that I can with my hands

One more line and then I'll step out of the bath

But oh its not enough

I'd tear my arms out of place if I could

I'd build myself back up and make it good