Boredom Bug

Blue glow tan on an unpaid face Life shrink wrapped to a tab in place Snacks sound static in a one screen mix Bored out my brain waitin’ on a glitch Blue glow tan cheap chair spine locked on a sick shift Eyes drift time split between grind and a clip script Inbox brick wall ping storm in a clogged queue Boss wants metrics I’m countin’ the bars I’m due Break room stale steam brown ring on the brim cup Caf weak half sleep cortex yelling “Wake up” Phone screen slot reel thumb spin for a quick hit Same feed same greed Programmed Obedience lipstick Week home low hum thin air in the rent space Vod shot short fuse still stuck in the same place Vice list empty every quick fix quit Ash flick bic click nothin’ left but this itch Inner Monster sprawled out remote like a king’s sword “Die slow in this loop” that’s my Work Hours main chord Bored hours drag me down Mind off map where the bright sparks crown Bored hours break me slow But the verses start sprintin’ when the clocks say “go” Bored hours flat tone dull color Same clicks same tricks but I dream other Bored hours no stage no crowd Still forge Digital Gods out of dead zone sound Bore bore bored to death Still that Unstoppable drum steals breath Bore bore bored and blank Turn one yawn into fuel in the tank Shift crawl gray hall work Hours on drag mode Boss talk thin through a lag in the back load Sheet full of cells like a beige brick grid lane Each little box where the daylight mid drains Status mail clone tone paste praise in a mass send Cut and paste “good job” none of it a real friend Palm screen glow little slot face grin Thumb roll scroll chase one more spin Game row lined like a pill tray dose Beat ’em all twice now the thrill stay ghost Cut scene blur gives Perplexity twinge New mask same script different skin on the hinge Bottle by the sink little Cold Restart dose Burn down throat still can’t touch what’s comatose Bathroom mirror runs a low budget roast Whiplash Sting when I clown my own ghost Bored hours drag me down Mind off map where the bright sparks crown Bored hours break me slow But the verses start sprintin’ when the clocks say “go” Ceiling stain stare like a low res judge Watchin’ me scroll while I fake a nod nudge Thoughts chase tails in a gold fish lane Orbit one word till that word says “drain” Brain like a casino with the carpet stripped Cherry light blink on a one arm script Loading ring halo sittin’ dead center stuck Progress bar saint that don’t bless much Hide in tabs like a ghost in a grid Ten window maze where I live half hid Every sidestep from the quiet in here Makes the unplayed thoughts drag up a chair Boredom sit down like a trench coat shrink “Every time you stall that’s when you think” So I hold that hum like a stage with no crowd Let the dead air drum start talkin’ out loud Punchlines spark in the low vent tone Bars snap straight like teeth in a grin Every small panic that was draggin’ me under Turns to a snare roll crash clap thunder Boredom pulled up for a quiet kill Left with a demo and a highlight reel Didn’t get “fixed” just learned the trick Take “I hate this” and weaponize the itch Bored hours drag me down But I flip that weight into forge hot sound Bored hours break me slow Clock out brain in that’s my green light glow Bored hours dead air no crown Still feel that Gravitational Attraction to sound No meds no cape just a pulse and itch Just a bored out kid findin’ the switch Bore bore bored to death That’s where the song caught its breath Bore bore bored on loop Now the loop hits hard when the kick drums move Bore bore boredom’s drug That’s the bug that rewired my plug