Well.

run, life, routine.
day in day out.
shit's getting old
and i'm getting older
you know where to find me
on purple thread staring not AT
but through the tube.
just a plate of glass
yet it keeps me entertained
for now.
i'm uncomfortably comfortable
get me the hell out of this town
but now i want to go home?
does it stop eventually?
not really there but going through the motions.
isolated because that bull regular
teenagers do is not workin' out.
maybe your thankful?
or maybe you're just tired of being alone.
spin spin sugar
cycle in cycle out
it's vicious, hey that's life here.