little drum

i was mothered like an orchid tethered to paternal sides

i hurried home in orbit close to where i know i'm fine

no edge of the seat

no arms ever broken

you see

i waited for the crash to come

too many days with too little to do

i waited but nothing came at all

so many days spent in empty rooms

the little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty five

and then it strikes us all we've lived this long but only ever half alive

i waited for the crash to come

too many days with too little to do

i waited but nothing came at all

so many days spent in empty rooms

it's too late for a wasted youth

all quiet on the eastern front now

we dare not move

it's too late to wage a war

it's all quiet on the eastern front and

we all are bored