Bored With Myself

Yesterday I woke up screaming through a  panic attack
And today I got your text and forgot to text back.
So tomorrow I'm all in or just out of my mind.
It's a roll of the dice.

Yesterday I swear I would have bet it all on black.
And today I'm suffering another panic attack,
So tomorrow there's a 5050 chance I bounce back.
But I wouldn't count on that.

I'm so fucking bored with myself.
I'm so fucking bored with myself.
I'm so fucking tired of constantly being so scattered to hell.

Yesterday I thought of all the lives I could live,
And today I'm so determined, I could finish what I've started,
But tomorrow your guess is as good as mine
If I still got any heart.

Monday was a train wreck that I barely got through.
Tuesday was a new awakening that Wednesday overthrew.
All the progress that I've made will be on Sunday to renew,
But I wouldn't count on it.

I'm so fucking bored with myself.
I'm so fucking bored with myself.
I'm so fucking tired of constantly being so scattered to hell.

Last November I was burdened
With the weight of everything,
And in December I was painfully aware
Of how I'm barely a speck of dust in space,
And yesterday my insignificance
Made me feel a little more at peace,
And today all I hear is my clock tick ticking.

I'm so fucking bored with myself. 
(Yeah, I'll never bounce back)