dobak - dragging

Lay me in the frame of the door
Bang my head with it twenty times or more
I get tired of picking fights with shadows
Sitting round, making up lists of things that I abhor
Boredom got the best of ya boy
The holes up in my walls are all staring at me
Corduroy, I hope you're doing fine; I'm over joy myself
Don't take it personal or nothing, no, I think I'm just bored with it all
I've grown so familiar with the good ol' stop & stall
And my lungs are filling up with every moment stuck sticking around, yes
So don't take it personal or nothing, no, I think I'm just bored with it all
(You can call me)
Homebody with a taste for the social life
(Somebody call me)
I need a fucking hobby
A homebody with a taste for the social life
(You can call me)
You break bread with your buddies when you need the light
And that's quite alright, but Imma put in work
Got you on my mind, I guess the shit still hurts
I came through in a mood about you just the other day
Clapped back, now I'm a fucking jerk
Okay, you know I get down about all of the circumstances
Handed out too many second chances
Read the room
I'm asking 'Who's to blame?'
But when I look around, the only hand that's raised is mine
I guess you've gotta look in the mirror from tie to time
And that's quite alright
Don't take it personal or nothing, no, I think I'm just bored with it all
I've grown so familiar with the good ol' stop & stall
And my lungs are filling up with every moment stuck sticking around, yes
So don't take it personal or nothing
No don't take it personal or nothing

Written by:
Jon Dunne

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