Meddle

It's all blue plaid and denim,
And that's all it ever will be.
It's depressing, really,
And it makes you think.
What if I?
What if you?
It's staring without seeing.
It's feeling lonely in a crowd.
We are just idiots,
Aren't we?
It's become what everyone ever said about anything.
That never was a good thing.
You, and not me,
Bored.
And people call me paranoid.
Just look at life.
Really look at it,
And every time you see...
I hate myself.
Convinced it is what it is.
That's all it ever will be.