What to do?

I come back from class,
and keep looking at the flower vase,

Thinking, now its not the same,
But after-all life is a game.

The food is on the table,
But im more worried about the internet cable,

What to do? , its all i think,
All that my eyes do is blink.

Another pretty face did smile at me today,
But i let her slip away bcoz my heart was thinking about a girl across the bay.

She tried to talking to me asking a doubt,
But i had her tossed out.

She thought i was rude,
But thinking that,made her a fool.

She bitched about me with her friends,
But i was more worried about "the" gem.

The professor asked what was wrong?
And all i do is write this work song.