Bored to Death

More afraid of dying than I am of living alone
but not much, not much
Think it’s more exciting to fly than stay home
but not much, not much

I’m looking for joy, but I get distracted
I plan on truth but can’t help acting
Every night when I lay down I plan on sleep
Instead I think of all the wrong I’ve done
and every offense I’ve ever caused to anyone

I cry for the sun on days when it rains
but when it comes I look for shade
If this wedding’s dry it’ll be one to forget
I’m here for you, but I’m bored to death

I’m looking for joy, but I get distracted
I plan on truth but can’t help acting
Every night when I lay down I plan on sleep
Instead I think of all the wrong I’ve done
and every offense I’ve ever caused to anyone