He never had cool stories He doesn't make your heart beat Used to love his mystery
But now he's just exhausting Another day spent just laying in his room
The stench of incense And some undelivered food
* And she thought "What if he thinks I'm the one? And I'll be forced to rot away
With him and his obsessions With trivial things
Like the amount of fucking love hearts I finish a text message with"
And when you hold his hands It doesn't feel like flying And when you take his breath away
He might as well be dying And you're dying to breathe
You're trapped in his cage And it's shrinking
"Why can't he just bore me to death?" "Why can't he just bore me to death?"
"Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" "Why can't he just bore me to death?"
"Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" "Why can't he just bore me to death?"
"Oh, Why can't he just bore me to death?"
