Being Bored

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 knocking soon enough To feed me a line 'bout 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 So I lay there for a while and finally get on my feet And 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 When I can't take it anymore I kicked my stool and slammed the door If there's a remedy for this I'm sure I probably can't afford it But I'll try anything and 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 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 and maybe come up with something else That might be better for my self-esteem and better for my health I'm just so bored of being bored I need some attention I feel ignored