Killing time.
The TV's on
with a bottle of shit.

Buried Needle.
The record player has
forgotten not to spin.
So, you're feeling useless?
Well, the bidding starts
at $19.95.

And while the survey says
'cheers and applause'
another hour dies.

Jacking off again.
40 oz in the fridge.
Have these dreams put to sleep.

So call me up
and tell me something.
I'm dying to believe.

I dunno.
I don't care.
I just sit and stare now.
I don't think.
I just listen to the drone of this old being.

Friday night,
steppin out
and talkin to the same (fucking people.)

So, how's your family?
How was school?
Conversation strain.

Force endurance
from this class.
It's 11:45.

Two more hours
lumber past
and I feel like I tried. (Sigh of profound apathetic despair)
Fucking off again.
Talking to this bitch,
She hates me. I hate her.

So shut me up
and take me somewhere.
I'm dying to leave.

I dunno.
I don't care.
I just sit and stare now.
I don't think.
I just listen to the drone of this machine.

I dunno.
I don't care.
I just sit and stare now.
I don't think.
I just listen to the voice of this machine

(Thanks to MadMike for these lyrics)