Eugene

You know it's getting late
And I know i'm such a waste
I'm so bored
Everything feels so much like a chore
Sittin' next to you
Sittin' next to me
Get away from him
Go home and [???]
You know i feel so cold
I dont wanna talk to you at all
And what's the point in this
Sitting down and biting all these lists of things ill do
You all know that none of it is true
I really must get home
I can't wait to sit there all alone
When i'm talking i'm trying to put done the phone
When i'm walking now i'm rushing there's no point at all
I don't have that much these days [???]
I never felt alone
It hurts my lungs
You know i make you wait
I dont want to [??]
Im so full of shit
Why dont you try a bit and [???]