So what's the point I can't do much unless it's free
There's so much smoke and I can't see
I'll spend the night with my TV
And I'll admit my favorite songs are all the same
But at least I think I can relate
I'm talking to myself it's great
At least I know there's always room for some second guessing
That song sucks...
Maybe I'll just scatter all across the floor
I won't be bothered anymore
And these are the reasons that I can't ignore
I'm poor and weird
I'll keep this brief and not pretentious
I'm trying to being contentious
One day I will come to my sense
Wasting time I don't mind the conversation
I get bored so I don't listen
Please forgive me cause I'm just
Listening to ride the lightning
I don't care so don't remind me
I'm just waiting for inspiration to strike me