Whatever, I’m Bored as well

Woke up late, don’t really care,

Sun’s too bright, messed up my hair.

Coffee’s cold, my phone’s on one,

Guess I’ll scroll until I’m done.

Plans? Nah, I had a few —

They flaked, I probably would’ve too.

Nothing matters, kinda does,

I don’t know, it kinda was.

Whatever, I’m bored — not mad about it,

Staring at the ceiling, think I’ll write a ballad.

Doing nothing feels sorta valid,

Whatever, I’m bored, yeah, that’s my habit.

Texted back like three hours late,

Didn’t mean to — it’s just fate.

Maybe I’ll walk or maybe not,

It’s fine, I like my parking lot.

Said I’d change, but that’s a lie,

Dreams look cool, but so do fries.

Everyone’s rushing, I’ll just glide,

World’s too loud, I’ll stay inside.

Whatever, I’m bored — not mad about it,

Playing with a thought, then I forget about it.

Doing nothing feels kinda valid,

Whatever, I’m bored, yeah, that’s my habit.

Maybe this is peace, who knows?

Wasting time’s the life I chose.

No pressure, no pose, no show —

Just me and my shadow.

Whatever, I’m bored — not mad about it,

Still breathing slow, can’t be too crowded.

Doing nothing feels automatic,

Whatever, I’m bored — it’s kinda magic.