Bored

I think I'm losing my mind, I think I might have amnesia
I think I’m losing control, I think I’ve hit a new all low
There's a warm front coming in, it's drying out all my skin
My throat is sore, quivering, help me remember again please
I think I’ve buried myself, I think I’m six feet underground
I think Ishmael might be right, I think we might be dying out
The earth is caving right in, our pres is celebrating
The kids are calling it quits, there ain't no future in this at all
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
It’s been nice knowing you, best of luck, watch your ass on that door
Sayonara my friend, I see those toes dangling off the edge
of the western flat earth, I'll take a big plate of dirt
Then wash it down with some oil, and make a helmet of foil,
Sit down in my closet and wait for the whole world to end
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored