I got a fear of being wasted fruit
A fear of being useless with nothing to do
Sick of everybody having the answers, providing no proof
I could use a foot of more space
Everything's an ashtray at any rate
Hate feeling bad about feeling bad
Basement celebrations creeping up from the floor
Fear of being adjacent to a je ne sais quoi
Dressed and still restless from the night before
Fear of being boring, won 40 to love
The timeless soundscapes of 4 a.m. living rooms
The truth in the form of a joke
And I'm not kidding you
Different iterations of the same old problems
A weapon head-to-toe will likely never solve them
Constantly pushing the boundaries of my boredom
You can't lose if you never play
Too many options driving me insane
Condemned to be free, l'appel du vide
Forget all the sorries that have taken place
You're only human, you can make mistakes
If there's no destination that's okay
The timeless soundscapes of 4 a.m. living rooms
The truth in the form of a joke
And I'm not kidding you