Do the same thing every day
By coaches methods it's okay
You're boring
By transitive, well, I am too
Carried over, pinned on you
You're boring
Shackled down in repertoire
I am amazing
Six months past unthinkable
Life cruelly hazing
Nights for weeks, I'm off the grid
Hiding where the junkies hid
You're boring
You're doing lines, I watch TV
A contest in monotony
You're boring
In loathing our shared destiny
A freeing summation
I insult that which I've become
A divine correlation
I've got the itch, you've got it too
When all is lost what's left to do?
You're boring
Eclipsed by what
My name implies
Decharacterized
You're fucked
