Maybe I Was Boring

He never had cool stories
He doesn't make you heartbeat
You still love his mystery
But now he's just exhusting
Another day spent the just laying in his room the strench of incense
And some undelivered food

She thought what if he thinks I'm the one and i'll be forced to walk away with him and his obssesion with trivial things

Like the amont of fucking love arts
I finish my text messeges 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 shirinking
And she thought what if he just never leaves
Or if he doesn't get the messege
And he doesn't hear my please
So she just started screaming

Oh why can't he just bore
Me to death?
Why can't he just bore me today?
Why can't he just bore me to death?
Why can't he just burn me today
Why can't he just bore me today?
Why can't he just bore me today?
Why can't he just bore me to death?