Fear Of A Blank Planet

Sunlight coming through the haze
No gaps in the blinds to let it inside
The bed is unmade, some music still plays.

TV, yeah, it's always on
The flicker of the screen, a movie actress screams
I'm basking in the shit flowing out of it.

I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored, shuffling 'round the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing.

The Xbox is a god to me
A finger on the switch, my mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me.

Don't try engaging me
The vaguest of shrugs, the prescription drugs
You'll never find a person inside.

My face is Mogadon
Curiosity has given up on me
I'm tuning out desires, the pills are on the rise.

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, I simply am not here.

I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame, the action is tame
Explicitly dull, arousal annulled.

Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day with nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations, all misinformation.

My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam
The clothes are all black, the music is crap.

In school I don't concentrate
And sex is kinda fun but just another one
Of all the empty ways of using up a day.

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, I simply am not here.

Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the boredom
Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the boredom.

You don't try to be liked, you don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time.

You're somewhere, you're nowhere, you don't care
You catch the breeze
You still the leaves
So now where?