not really feeling that

i'm not really feeling that
this whiny man
saying whiny things
into a microphone
i don't care
what
he has to say
because i have too much
of my own to say
and i wish he'd stay away

this buzzing noise gets louder
in the bedroom or the hall
and soon enough i won't hear
much of anything at all

tomorrow i'll probably get up
go get a greasy breakfast
take a shit or two
waste another day
hopefully find something inside myself
worth holding on to
and laugh
laugh hard and long
and miss her like fucking crazy

don't whine at me
i'm too old for you
i have too much to say
too much to do
and sleep in which
to dream
to dream
to dream