Over it.

Mundane. 
Consistently doing the day to day as if it was makin a dfference, takin a shovel out into the field to dig a pit so deep as if to lie in it. 
Maybe just once, i'd break the mundane and become insane. 
Drunk with chaos and high on disaster. 

And maybe just then i'd take a relapse back before I collapse. 
Take a look back once more and continue this nausiating shit and dig this hole to kingdom come! 
Damned, if you only knew, that words alone don't justify what this feelin is. 
But naw man, you keep diggin imma build a bridge and get over it. 
Maybe then you can decide what you wanna do. 
And when that happens you can tell me about it later on the other side of the bridge.