[instrumental] [verse 1] Okay okay sit back, breathe, chill, fake chill, pretend it’s working… Nope, worse, it’s getting way worse. You got a whole art gallery in your brain, a mountain of words on your desk, but here we are… controller in hand… pixel farming till sunrise AGAIN. “Tomorrow will be different,” you lie… again. [chorus] procrasti-vation Where the hell is my moti vation Why can’t I hide this sensation What am I doing Who am I doing it for? What’s the point in trying when I lack the sensation Motivation Procrastination [instrumental] [verse 2] You fold the laundry. You make toast you don’t even eat. You stare at your project like it personally offended you. And still… and still… you’re screaming inside for somebody to say “good job” like it matters, like you’re not gonna immediately doubt it anyway. Now your gut’s doing somersaults. Now your brain’s picking fights with your own thoughts. “Is it even good? Is it even bad? Should I finish it? Or burn it? Or hide it in a locked drawer and move to the woods?” [chorus] procrasti-vation Where the hell is my moti vation Why can’t I hide this sensation What am I doing Who am I doing it for? What’s the point in trying when I lack the sensation Motivation Procrastination [instrumental] [verse 3] Pages pile like bad decisions, canvases scream louder than your own reflection, you try to boss yourself around — “shut up brain, do the thing” — but the gremlin in your head’s like “nah, let’s go vibe in mediocrity.” You click a game open “just for a second.” Hours pass. Your chair’s your grave. Your hair’s your last defense. You’re not okay but you’re vibing anyway. [chorus] procrasti-vation Where the hell is my moti vation Why can’t I hide this sensation What am I doing Who am I doing it for? What’s the point in trying when I lack the sensation Motivation Procrastination [bridge] You beg your friends, “Tell me I’m doing fine,” and they do — oh boy, they do — but it doesn’t stick to your ribs. You dangle your work in front of them like keys for a toddler. “Look! Look at it!” And when they don’t, you shrink, you shrivel, you vanish into a creative vapor. You work, you work, you work, but motivation’s coughing up dust, and procrastination’s setting up a tent in your mind. [chorus] procrasti-vation Where the hell is my moti vation Why can’t I hide this sensation What am I doing Who am I doing it for? What’s the point in trying when I lack the sensation Motivation Procrastination [outro] I just wanna know if what I made matters to anyone. I know I’m trying. I know you care. But all I wanna do is collapse into my chair, disappear into nowhere, while Procrastination braids my hair. A simple little theft of… Motivation. (Where are my sensations?) I’ve lost all my motivation. I’ve lost all my sensations. [whispers] Procrastination… somebody please find my sensations… [instrumental fade out] [end] (End) (End)
