(Upbeat, punchy guitar riff with driving drums and a simple, catchy bassline kicks in)
Verse 1
Another Tuesday, another snooze alarm
My brain's on fire, but it does no harm
To the endless cycle, the mundane routine
I've got a mind like a super-machine
Can calculate quantum physics on a whim
Debate philosophy with just a slim
Chance of someone actually understanding
The grand equations I'm always demanding
From the universe, but then I'm just
Left with a job that fills me with disgust.
Got A's in calculus, straight through my degrees,
Now I'm just folding laundry on my knees.
Pre-Chorus
They said "You're destined, you're gonna soar!"
But I'm just stuck here, wanting something more!
Chorus
Oh, I'm the genius of gridlock, the king of the couch,
My potential's locked up, it's not much to vouch
For, when I'm just drifting, no compass in sight,
Too smart to be lost, but I'm fading to night.
Yeah, I know all the answers, but none for my life,
Just a dull, constant hum, a perpetual strife.
Verse 2
Tried my hand at coding, built an app for fun,
Predicted stock market trends, second to none.
But the venture capitalist just scratched his head,
Said "Too complex, son," and left me for dead.
Thought about teaching, sharing all my lore,
But the red tape and politics just closed the door.
Even tried a band, wrote songs profound and deep,
But the only audience was me, half asleep.
I can tell you the speed of light, the history of Rome,
But I can't figure out how to get myself home
To a place where my brain actually has some use,
Instead of just powering this constant excuse.
Pre-Chorus
They said "You're destined, you're gonna soar!"
But I'm just stuck here, wanting something more!
Chorus
Oh, I'm the genius of gridlock, the king of the couch,
My potential's locked up, it's not much to vouch
For, when I'm just drifting, no compass in sight,
Too smart to be lost, but I'm fading to night.
Yeah, I know all the answers, but none for my life,
Just a dull, constant hum, a perpetual strife.
Bridge
Maybe the problem's not the world, it's just me,
Too busy thinking, not truly trying to be
The person they talked about, the one with the spark,
Or maybe I'm just sailing blindly in the dark.
It's not that I'm lazy, I just can't connect
The dots from my theories to a tangible effect.
Guitar Solo
(Short, melodic, and energetic pop-punk solo)
Chorus
Oh, I'm the genius of gridlock, the king of the couch,
My potential's locked up, it's not much to vouch
For, when I'm just drifting, no compass in sight,
Too smart to be lost, but I'm fading to night.
Yeah, I know all the answers, but none for my life,
Just a dull, constant hum, a perpetual strife.
Outro
Meandering on... just meandering on...
Still smart, still stuck... is this where I belong?
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