From the recording Survivor's Guilt
Lyrics
I used to hate you
Now I miss you
Now that you've gone away
Go outside and play
But the rain, but the rain, but the rain
I search for the Sunday paper
And pretend I've money to spend
Being stuck indoors
Traveling the world
In a headspace only unfurled
When having nothing to do
Try to watch some reruns
Broadcast of golf for an automatic lose
Fall back in my bean bag
Bored, cause nothing's new
Stack the cards
Make the house taller
How much damage can batteries do?
Pay no mind to the last caller
Nobody ever tries to contact you
Being stuck at home
Learning the world
From magazines the library deems are too old
Through the screens I smell the rain
And this ocean of cars
Their wave sounds remind me
Of a beach beyond our yard
Boredom's a privilege, son
Someday toil and work will be on
You'll have a list so long
You'll wonder where things went so wrong
Boredom's a privilege, son
Someday the worry strikes everyone
So accept the imagination gaied
A strange feeling
I really am reeling
I really am feeling
The future's stolen thinking time
Are we dealing with our humanistic spirit dying?
When I'm not worried I'm always pacified
Remember those Sundays
Napping for fun
No intrusions of my space
Be it human or virtual
Boredom's a privilege, son
Are we kneeling
An ever lower ceiling falling
I have no problem calling this live gentrified
There's not enough
There's not enough
There's not enough
Time
There's not enough
There's not enough
There's not enough
Time
Boredom's a privilege, son
Someday the worry strikes everyone
So, put away your phone
Find something you can call your own