Ennui

They brought the wrong toast with my breakfast in bed

Whole wheat not white I specifically said

I don't even know why I bother, I wish I was dead

There's no ladder to climb at the top of the hill

My women come willing, my drinks are well chilled

And I can't remember the last time I felt something even remotely resembling a thrill

Ennui

Poor me

I'm miserable here in the top tower suite

The view from the top isn't quite what I thought it would be

Poor me

Ennui

My analyst said, "think big-picture,

You're clearly ahead of the game"

I don't see the point so let's roll one more joint and complain

And complain

And complain

Children are starving in Africa

Things are unbearably bleak

But all things considered the least you can do is not fuck up my order for calming green tea

Ennui

Poor me

You can't comprehend my unique misery

The song in my head's in a decidedly minor key

Poor me

Ennui