Do you feel like a chain-store, practically flored. One of many zeros. Kicked around bored.
Your ears are full, but you're empty, holding out your heart to people who never really care how you are.

So give me coffee and tv, Peacefully.
I've seen so much, i'm going blind and i'm brain-dead virtually.
Sociability is hard enough for me.
Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me so we can start over again.

Do you go to the country it isn't very far.
There's people there who'll hurt you 'cos of who you are.
Your ears are full of their language, there's wisdom there you're sure 'till the words start swirling/slurring and you can't find the door.