I blocked your calls Your name is a dreadful nudge When I hit the wall this fall The unspeakable thoughts I'm not here at all I don't want to leave my bed I'm stapled to the wall In search of fountainheads I flirt with boredom I lost my words in it I try to think of something else But I love to hate myself Spring blossomed just in time To show me a sign of life Perhaps her hand is there To settle this affair A fraction of a flower Sits by the lawnmower Good thing I hesitate To do my chores today I flirt with boredom I lost my words in it I try to think of something else But I love to hate myself I flirt with boredom I lost my words in it I try to think of something else But I love to hate myself To just imagine us To and fro, runaway On that old chicken bus A fatal ricochet