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
We dare not move
It's too late
To wage a war
So quiet on the eastern front
We are all bored