I'm just a little defensive. But I'll be o.k. tomorrow. This happens once in awhile. 'Till I'm back on my feet. Once I get out of bed. I'll come to my senses. Feed my head. A double shot of caffeine. A pair of shades can change it all. Maybe Superman will jump the wall. Whatever it takes to get on with the world. 'Cuz I'm bored with myself. So very bored with myself. More and more everyday. And I wonder if Marilyn ever felt this way. We're moving so fast. Why do I feel so empty. There's clothes in my closet. But nothing to wear. It's a mysterious thing. The more that I acquired. The less hungry I am but not more satisfied. There's India where I can chant. Therapy to rave and rant. Whatever it takes to distract me from being so. Bored with myself. So scary bored with myself. More and more everyday. And I wonder if Jacqueline ever felt this way. I'm a little uninspired. It happens to the best of us. I know I shouldn't take it hard. But I'm so afraid this time I'll never change. Won't shake it off I'll just go insane. More and more everyday. And I wonder if Loretta Lynn ever felt this way. I'm so bored with myself. So very bored with myself. So bored with myself.