LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomad is Kimber

Coffee cup cold on the kitchen shelf
Clock ticks slow like it's saving itself
Phone screen glowing but nothing to say
Staring at walls in my own sweet way
They say move fast, keep your engine hot
But I'm finding peace in where time forgot


Yeah the world spins wild, chasing every trend
Me? I'm just here, letting moments bend


'Cause boredom's a virtue, gold in the dust
A quiet rebellion when everything's rushed
No need to run, no need to prove
This empty space is where I find the truth
Idle hands don't make waste, they make room to breathe
Boredom's a virtue – that's how I believe


Window pane fogged with my lazy breath
Thinking 'bout nothing, and nothing's the best
Friends hit me up, "what you doing today?"
"Just hanging around in my own slow lane"
They talk 'bout goals, checklists long and tight
I'm collecting stillness like morning light


Yeah the world spins wild, chasing every trend
Me? I'm just here, letting moments bend


'Cause boredom's a virtue, gold in the dust
A quiet rebellion when everything's rushed
No need to run, no need to prove
This empty space is where I find the truth
Idle hands don't make waste, they make room to breathe
Boredom's a virtue – that's how I believe


They call it lazy, call it a waste
But I see clarity in this empty place
When all the noise fades out of sight
Boredom lights up my own bright light


Boredom's a virtue, gold in the dust
A quiet rebellion when everything's rushed
No need to run, no need to prove
This empty space is where I find the truth
Idle hands don't make waste, they make room to breathe
Boredom's a virtue – yeah, that's how I believe
That's how I believe...
Just letting it be...