Take a tired armature
That's bent to want and wallow
Draped in bronze, the curvature
When struck, replies as hollow
Never happy, Never sad
Always occupied
I might as well do something pointless and productive
I've tried everything else
When every urge is whispering something self-destructive
Hit me with a swell of flashing lights and ringing bells
You've gotten used to disappointment
Life's thrilling edge is dulled until blunt
Still there's a pulse of contentedness
Sometimes whole hours at once
Your aches are distant and tender as
A treated wound packed with gauze
Ignore the likeness to hospice care
Comfort has you in its claws
I know I shouldn't complain
But, please, just let me have this weariness
I might as well do something pointless and productive
I've tried everything else
When every urge is whispering something self-destructive
Hit me with a swell of flashing lights and ringing bells
I might as well do something pointless and productive
Clutching to the suffering in all that I'm accomplishing
There's something nicely numbing and seductive
In floating through each night so entertained and mesmerized
I might as well do something pointless and productive
I've tried everything else
When every urge is whispering something self-destructive
Hit me with a swell of flashing lights and ringing bells