Bored

I am bored with my life
And all the mundane things it throws at me
Tolerate your lot
Accept the knockbacks artificially
And love what you’ve got
But criticise for what you’re not
And I am bored of being bored
When will it stop?
When I am older will I look back
With a smile upon my face
Or pull that look of disappointment
Make that look my mother makes
When I can’t justify the months and days
And money that I waste
On getting wasted
And own up to the fact I never made it
And I am bored with my life
And all the mundane things it throws at me
Wake to chase the train
To do the same that I did yesterday
Stuck in the same job
'Cause I’m too scared of moving on
But I am bored of being bored
When will it stop?
When I am older will I look back
With a smile upon my face
Or pull that look of disappointment
Make that look my mother makes
When I can’t justify the months and days
And money that I waste
On getting wasted
And own up to the fact I never made it
'Cause all my friends are growing up
And doing something with their lives
But Phil just got divorced
And dan is on his second wife
And they’ve all got their own histories
Whilst whisky fills my arteries
And I’m bored of being so bored with my life
And I’m bored of being so bored in my life
When I am older will I look back
With a smile upon my face
Or pull that look of disappointment
Make that look my mother makes
When I can’t justify the months and days
And money that I waste
On getting wasted
Money that I waste on getting wasted
And own up to the fact I never made it