Bored To Death Lyrics

I thought I'd found the inner peace

To sit and listen to you talk about 'the industry'

Without writing books in my head

An uninteresting villain

The holy judgement of the bored to death

I thought I was patient

I thought I was young and stupid then

I thought I was different

I thought I was born again, again, again

If I'd went back to graduate

I wouldn't be at this table to hear you bitch about the welfare state,

The supply chain, and the nerve of the kids today

I'd be in my favorite tie

And my inscrutable shirt

Teaching the nervous kids all the ways to fake their way

Through the pledge of allegiance

And amazing grace

For purely hypothetical pay

When the middle of the country doesn't love you like they used to

And they take you off the TV for the sake of a reduction in harm

And you can't afford to live in the building where you learned all your lessons

And you can't stomach the brutalist kitsch that you'd mistaken for charm

There is an opposite of youth

And it isn't wisdom

It isn't whispered at the dinner when you get up for air

The thing that you're afraid that we'll think

It can't be counted on fingers

Or carved into the bar with a key

It isn't the wine and it isn't the wafer

It isn't rare but it isn't free

Confessor, I am the penitent asshole

You and I we always knew

But you're still the one

With the parapets and the thumbscrews

But you're still the one

With the parapets and the thumbscrews

But you're still the one

With the parapets and the thumbscrews