was supposed to think Thank God for freedom Thank God for liberation (she said) now we are allowed to think Now we are allowed to feel lust without cute boring
I have entered a shiny new realm A very different and very spoiled world It's with great pleasure, I introduce myself To come and thank you for such delicious
) My life is totally boring without you around These days, they fade to another; I want you around So I'd like to say That I'm better off, I'm happier this way... But my life is totally empty without you around Well my life is totally boring
it got, got boring Just another boring lie So what if I just pick this knife up And cut you all across your smile? Would that be boring? Would that be boring
no more smile and no more outrage apathy pervasive emotions narcoleptic no more smiles since fucking sunday sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic
displacement, the basement, isolation commented relented six stairs down naked bulb, tired lungs, tired eyes, crooked thumbs not up but sideways for now
Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening Pitter patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear
He grows out his stubble just so that he can Scratch at the sunburn that colored my arm Civilians read bibles behind glass windows Is this what constitutes
I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock Feels like the build up takes forever but you never get me off You pull your dress over your face
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip I said, "You've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip" But she's not eating
And the dashboard assembled Descending height order Half a decade of father's day It's another thought for another passed on Puppy eyes, nasty reaction
You glug and you glug Salt water from sandcastle bucket You glug and you glug And the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes You complain the
Just like when we were seventeen We said wed move to Malta, claim nationality And now that we are twenty-three Days tethered to the running track Evenings
But let's talk about you for a minute with the vomit in your gullet From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic In the backseat in your
still yawning We're proving to each other that romance is boring Still there are things I could do if I was half prepared to Prove to each other that romance is boring
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's so normal, nothing's shocking Boring planet 'cause no one here is rocking Life's so tragic, nothing's clocking Boring planet 'cause no one here is rocking hard It's a boring
Well it's one more boring Thursday night in Adelaide And it looks like everybody must have died There's no one on the streets and nothing on TV Well I