I lay upon my bed and stare up at the ceiling
analyzing my thoughts, to figure out this feeling
I'm bored but I'm not, it's hard to explain
it happens a lot, but I don't like to complain
I could read my book, it's sitting by my side
but no, that just won't work. I've already tried
I could play piano, it's right over there
but back up at the ceiling I continue to stare
I think I'm kind of hungry, but I can't really tell
if something yummy from the kitchen made a smell
but getting up to cook it, is just not in my mood
so maybe I'm after something else, and it just isn't food
I could watch tv, this great show has caught my eye
but it just makes me lonely and wish I had a guy
I want to hang with friends, but they're all out of town
and that is why i'm bored, stuck with this stupid frown
I could entertain myself, there's so much I could do
but none of it is any fun when I'd rather be with you.