Being Bored

well, I don’t spend any time in that corner of the room
‘cause it’s too close to the door
and I’m sure you’ll come knockin’ soon
enough to feed me a line about all the things you have to do
you know, I have things to do too
you’re not the only one who has to do them
(uh uh)
so I’ll lay here for awhile
then finally get on my feet
I start to shuffle down the street
I stuck my tongue inside my cheek
before I pulled up a seat
at that lousy corner bar
where all the showoff Bedford artists
sit discussing who they are--
I’m getting bored
of being bored
I need attention
I feel ignored!
(that’s right)
well i can't take it anymore
i kick my stool and slam the door
if there's a remedy for this
i'm sure i probably can't afford it
but i'll try anything
at that time i had a foolish plan
to mouth off to a polish man
and have him kick my teeth in
just for something to do
i might have a problem
i need a clue
well when i finally got back up
i cracked a smile and dusted off
and then i smoked another cigarette
and threw it at my silhouette
i should call it a day
maybe come up with something else that might be
better for my self-esteem
or better for my health
i'm just so bored
of being bored
i need some attention
i feel ignored!