Some Days (are left a little blank)

Fall into your future stage
Scribble goals upon your page
Be the warrior, be the mage
Be the way you show your age
Be the screaming fit of rage
Or store your feelings in the bank
Make a date to shake your cage
Some days are left a little blank.

Use your body, use a song
What you save won't last too long
Arm some armor, wear a thong
Sip some tea or smoke a bong
Someone's at your door, ding-dong
He's got a hand, he's gonna yank
Fly like Monthra, fall like Kong
Some days are left a little blank.

They say you've got a job to do
Gotta plan ahead, it's true
Get your posse, get your crew
Project: Advertising You
Hear the message, get a clue
Make them recognize your rank
But use that white space wisely, too
Some days are left a little blank.

You've got to get that worker's wage
And prove you're more than just some wank
But there's reason, says your friendly sage,
some days are left a little blank.

The Doldrums

I didn't want to go back there
But it, I guess, would not be fair
To stick to friendly Philly air
or convalesce and sit and stare
Mistakes I've made make me aware
(But I ignore them with my thumbs)
My homeworld's now in disrepair
As I'm back in The Doldrums.

A table and a wooden chair
My parents: my concessionaire
They open up my box for air
Even take me to Times Square
I call my friends, they're busy, they're
avoiding me...or just not there.
I shrug, "I don't need those dum-dums."
It's nice, pretending not to care
As I'm back in The Doldrums.

Games on Steam for cheaper fare
This is my last purchase, I swear!
My gamepad's what I've got to bear
My individual exile scare
I'll have the barber cut my hair
Or have the dentist clean my gums
I've got till school begins to spare
As I'm back in The Doldrums.

My little game of solitaire
Is what I'm stuck in, sans my chums
So I'll relax and dig Au Pairs
As I'm back in The Doldrums.