Feeling Disenchanted

I'm bored and there's relief from it that's just the way I feel my eyes are addle I admit a plight I won't conceal Listlessness is visible this is the reason why this town's a mirrored tinsel with a platinum color dye You're jaded and mishandled and your insights all but bleak your voice is clearly stifled I tune it out each time you speak Maybe I need to leave the suburbs with lawns of fake green hues oblivious to rounded curbs I dream of urban views