Pick a Town, Find a Box, Live Alone

a lack of interest has shown itself, let's go. less and 
less adds up to very little, 
so it's back to work i know. 
all your favorite places that 
you've taken me to, they're 
all just repeats. what's an 
old bored kid to do? try to 
write bright words. make you 
smile, make you smile for 
once. we've been the problem, 
the solution. why now does 
the truth get treated like a lie?