Bored Music

boredom sets in at the most inoppurtune times, and your timing just goes and dies
the fleeting feeling of falling into nothing.
This has become your addiction, your useless acount for nothing but the simplicity of your actions, you did it for love, for hate, out of spite, out of precious little else than to be over the rainbow
you can't go on into the night and expect anything else to saturate your talent
sleep and dream of nothing in particular and you'll find that nothing in particular will dream of you
so the lies began and the truth stopped,
the ticking clocks keep on ticking even in the face of an armageddon
roses go red, and violets remain blue, and this will bring you to some slope of greener pastures
I don't want to sound forward, but don't jump you'll make a mess on the shagged carpet
of a past affliction