Finally sat down and read the list of chores upon my plate
But the only one that looks any good is the one that says to wait
I'm feeling like there's a bullet train and I can't seem to get on it
This empty desert life I'm in was not what I was promised
Someday I'll be filled with worry
Enough to make my vision blurry
I'm lost in the mundane and I've lost my own campaign
To the drought of thoughts that occupy my brain
And I'll pray for rain
I took a good hard look at me to see if I felt shame
But my neighbors and my family are doing just the same
They tell me I should overhaul this little life of mine
And I would be enamored, but who has that kind of time?
Not me, no
I'm stuck in dry cement forming from my discontent
And there's nothing that can carve it in another fashion
If I did it all again it'd be no different
'Cause if nothing else I'm sure that's it not worth it to regret
I'll never be wet
This is where my journey starts
I'm a car alarm made up of broken parts
An unprecedented lack of smarts
My cluelessness is off the charts
I wish that I could hold my own
As I venture into the unknown
But I don't think I could be alone
Or my willpower will be overthrown
Someday we'll be filled with worry
Enough to make our vision blurry
We're lost in the mundane and we've lost my own campaign
And there's nothing left to do except complain
And we'll pray for rain
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