The Days of Tedium

I've been wanting you to look into reclining
 In your fight for variety you surrendered to monotony
 You're never happy at home
 What a miserable existence
 I think you're feeding the wrong leech and you're starving the wrong mouth
 I don't think that you should
 You want all the wrong things so that's just what you'll get
 The party grows restless
 You duck out for a cigarette
 When the din of chatter ceases you scuttle
 You flee to the mountains
 Your aim is to elude the days of tedium
 You're scouring a strange place for the sublime
 You were driving after the divine
 Maybe you're the kind who needs to crawl on all fours for awhile
 Your face gets drenched from the dew
 You curse the heat of the sun, the bewitching moon
 Or maybe something less extreme would better suit you
 I think that it would
 Give me stimulation or just give me the grave
 Make me the eye of the hurricane or just hand over that hemlock
 When the din of chatter ceases you scuttle
 You flee to the mountains
 Your aim is to elude the days of tedium
 I guess we take on the faces and the manners of the company that we're in
 I guess we take on those faces and the manners of the company that we're in