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