Stare at the barren page
Set up the empty slate
It is the notion that I can't create
Feeling confused
What do I do
Had my hands in my pockets for so long
Not sure if they'll move
It should be easy for me
It should be easy for you
Is it okay for me to do nothing
What do I do
I just don't feel it anymore
Procrastination
You really got me
It is the golden age
Recorded time-waste
Every target can afford to wait
Forever to-do
"I'll see you soon"
I am so busy doing nothing I can barely move
Fire up the pit!
Throw all the work in it
If what I do is nothing
Then what do I do
I just don't feel it anymore
Procrastination
You really got me