Busy in Beige

Is it just me? Oh, it seems that the days are just medium Good, nothing terrible happens. But nothing moves on, oh, it stays the same Way, and I'm spending each day entertaining Myself in new ways 'til I Sleep. And they say medium's easy, Medium's safe. And I be keeping myself busy, Busy and beige. Tell Me, Is it just me? Oh. Is it just me? Oh. Is it just me? Oh, it seems that the People be busy and beige. Yeah, they stage their exchanges, and no one admits That nostalgia's a bit better company than the new Cards we were dealt in this round. So I fold My hand, Hoping for a fit of laughter. But if that fails, I'd like disaster to come And hold me close. I be chasing ecstasy, but that homegrown life's Right next to me, and it's holding me close. And I'm busy and beige. Tell me, is it just me? Oh. Is it just me? Oh. Is it just me? Oh. Is it just me?