there’s always something to do
to see
to feel here
it’s a sin to be bored in the greatest city in the world

there’s always something to mourn
to resent
to wait for
something in the way
something on my mind
something telling me i can’t help myself

something i can’t say, something terribly boring i can’t speak of
there’s always something i crave
to chase
someone i want
to be

i’m past my prime
the best is yet to come
i’ve wasted nothing
and i can’t stand it

i tell myself
there’s always something but there’s nothing wrong with me

there’s always something and there’s nothing wrong with me