I obsess over one thing

And ignore the other

I lay on my couch

Nodding at my mother

Tells me do my work

So I tell her I will

And proceed to not do it

Know I should, but still

How come it’s so hard sometimes

To do the things that actually matter

While I easily spend my hours

Filling pages with endless chatter

Cause I look up something

And now I’m an expert

In an unrelated topic

And I swear that I’m smart

I just get bored a bit too easy

So even though I know how

I can’t do the things I don’t want to do

Sorry, uh.. _cue theatrical bow_

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And all the things I’m meant to do

Are left behind to stay undone

I know that it’s no excuse, but

I’d rather do something fun