He never had cool stories He doesn't make your heartbeat
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?"
