Sank into my chair like it’s quicksand,

Remote in one, snack bag in my other hand.

TV’s on, but I don’t know the plot,

I’m vibin’ with the static, and that’s enough.

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Don’t text, don’t call, I’m out of range,

Brain’s on break—it won’t exchange.

Silence hums, I can’t complain,

It’s luxury being half-insane.

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No thoughts detected—just empty space,

I’m clocked out, baby, not running the race.

The world can wait, I’ll take my time,

Doing absolutely nothing feels sublime.

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The sunbeam caught me, yeah, I look divine,

Day-old hoodie is couture in my mind.

Scrolling memes, lost track of the hour,

This lazy throne is my seat of power.

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Don’t knock, don’t push, I’ll miss the joke,

My brain’s on vacation, it never spoke.

A soft recliner is my domain,

I’m the reigning queen of “no campaign.”

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No thoughts detected—just empty space,

I’m clocked out, baby, not running the race.

The world can wait, I’ll take my time,

Doing absolutely nothing feels sublime.

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Call it wasted? I call it art.

Doing nothing takes a lot of heart.

I’m not broken, I’m not blue,

Just proudly doing… nothing new.

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No thoughts detected—call it my style,

Brain’s offline, and it’s been a while.

Don’t need purpose, don’t need a plan,

Just snacks, bad TV, and a ceiling fan.

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Yeah, no thoughts—just vibes today,

And honestly? I hope it stays.