[Verse 1]

White ceiling

Slow fan

Same cup

Cold stain on the desk

Phone face

Black glass

No message

Just my own breath

I count the cracks

Like little failed revolutions

Every hour

A kingdom of nothing to do

[Chorus]

This boredom is a map

Not a cage

Tiny lines

Barely there on the page

If I listen to the ache in the room

I hear a life that hasn’t happened yet

Hasn’t happened yet (not yet)

[Verse 2]

Blue glow

Late night

Cursor blinking

Bored as I am

My name

My face

Feel like somebody else’s plan

I scroll and scroll

Same faces framed like products

Every smile

Selling me the same small dream

[Chorus]

This boredom is a map

Not a cage

Tiny lines

Barely there on the page

If I listen to the ache in the room

I hear a life that hasn’t happened yet

Hasn’t happened yet (not yet)

[Bridge]

Lonely

Yeah

I’m lonely

But the empty chair stares back

Asking

“Who told you

You had to be this character?”

What if every yawn

Is the world slipping off its rails?

What if every dull second

Is cutting a crack in the wall?

[Chorus]

This boredom is a map

Not a cage

Tiny lines

Barely there on the page

If I listen to the ache in the room

I hear a life that hasn’t happened yet

Hasn’t happened yet (not yet)

[Outro]

Same room

Same fan

But the silence hums in plural

I’m alone

With a crowd of possible lives (oh)