Stare at the barren page Set up the empty slate It is the notion that I can't create Feeling confused What do I do Had my hands in my pockets for so long Not sure if they'll move It should be easy for me It should be easy for you Is it okay for me to do nothing What do I do I just don't feel it anymore Procrastination You really got me It is the golden age Recorded time-waste Every target can afford to wait Forever to-do "I'll see you soon" I am so busy doing nothing I can barely move Fire up the pit! Throw all the work in it If what I do is nothing Then what do I do I just don't feel it anymore Procrastination You really got me