Among the afflictions
   With which I've been marked
   I'm not so prententious
   And not quite so dark
   I get the feeling you're bored with me
   And not through habit or frequency
   Did your mother have you easily?
   And if there's someplace else you'd rather be
   Then go, then go
   Then go, then go
  
   Among the intentions
   Which have been sought
   Numbered and labeled
   But none of them bought
   I get the feeling you're bored with me
   Not through habit, or frequency
   Did your mother have you easily?
   And if there's someplace else you'd rather be
   Then go, then go
   Then go, then go
  
   It seems so (??)
   Stares blindingly with melted time
   Leaning over, it's only... oh...
   Then go
   Then go, then go
   Then go, then go...