Bored, Astronomer

It's something about the way these four walls look I don't leave my room, but I probably should Asking my mom if I'm a failure But why do I ask, when I know the answer? Now I'm calculating odds of finding a feeling While I count the dust collecting on my ceiling Why are you sad kid? I really don't know Are you searching for stars that died long ago? I feel like an astronomer Tracing constellations from my bedroom floor Staring into space wanting something more I'm laying here, but I don't know what for Maybe I'm a little bored Of these stars in my eyes from the sleep I ignore So I play pretend on this side of the door Thinking, are you bored, astronomer? Thinking, are you bored, astronomer? It's something about the way this static talks Whispering to me from my T.V. box It's asking me if I know what my life's for Compared to my friends, I don't know the answer Now I'm calculating odds of finding some meaning While I live a life inside of my daydreaming Why are you sad kid? I really don't know Are you thinking the sun has somehow lost it's glow? I feel like an astronomer Tracing constellations from my bedroom floor Staring into space wanting something more I'm laying here, but I don't know what for Maybe I'm a little bored Of these stars in my eyes from the sleep I ignore So I play pretend on this side of the door Thinking, are you bored, astronomer? Thinking, are you bored, astronomer?