Afraid to gather dust
I've kept myself busy
Inside my head
Kept myself from going crazy
Kept the dust from choking us out
I'm an underused resource
Begging to be discovered
I warned you of the danger
Of leaving me to gather
My thoughts and plans
In the dust of your wastefulness
I'm an underused resource
Who's found someone to notice
He sees the potential
In my abandoned spare parts
Recycle and revive me
I'm ready to feel good as new.
