pick a town, find a box, live alone - kind of like spitting lyrics

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?