Dull

Like a dull pain in my head Buried by my fantasies and Crowded by old memories I can't isolate the disease So it spreads Like a dull ache in my heart Just one thought starts to spark A raging fire of doubt No juice to put it out 'cause my creative wells are dry From mental drought Looks like a dull night by myself again And I got no money and no girlfriend And I'm thinking too much And I'm making pretend Inventing problems and despair to wallow in It's pretty dumb Like a dull knife in my back I'm my own worst enemy This war inside of me Keeps on taking the same casualty But now I'm ready to launch a counter-attack Yeah! (Yeah! Right)