Shaking My Head

Boredom is the reason, because the planet came with food. We'd all rather go out chatty than to use our mouth to chew. He said, she said, It's just too bad we have to choose. Shelling out the mediocre, expecting greatness in return. We pray and think it's over, then it hits us like a curb. If we simply do not get it, than where the hell'd we get the nerve?