Not My Job

Pink Sky, Grey Clouds
Rain fell in pastel
Long day, long drive
Brain dead, still alive
Lie down, face up
Dead set to collect dust
Useless, I'll bet
If not for my skillset
Longing, tension
I have dimension
I'm outside. It makes me static
Do I take the blame for the times I shatter
If it ends the same do the means even matter
Come down? Can I
Without it what am I?
Hollow Empath
I'm reading my forecast
Hungry
Burnout
Washup
Sellout
It's only one thing
I need to mean something
But if you ask me I'm fine
But if you ask me I'm fine
But if you ask me I'm fine