Easy Chair

It's easier now, the TV is on
So I can sit here, pretend that I'm gone
I never can tell, but I wanted to give
Now it's harder to be, to pretend that I'm here
Won't ask for help, don't need your help
I'll see it through again for myself
Not here, not you
Not now, not ever
Cut these ties, I sever 'cause

It, it all means nothing
So little of this could be real
It all means nothing
No middle ground to how it feels
It means nothing to me

I ask you to leave, I just want to be
Don't follow me here, I don't want you to see
It's not like you think, 'cause I'm just trying to hold
The pieces together, I went and sold
Alive, oh my god, pain and kind
Not nearly enough to leave it behind
A face, a head a will instead
Now I know that all of this

It, it all means nothing
So little of this could be real
It all means nothing
No middle ground to how it feels
It means nothing to me

Is boredom part of you?
Is boredom part of you?
Is boredom part of you?

Oh, oh, oh, oh
It, it all means nothing
So little of this could be real
It all means nothing
No middle ground to how it feels
It means nothing
Oh, it all means, it all means
Oh, it all means, it all means
Oh, it all means nothing to me