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He never had cool stories
He doesn't make your heart beat
You used to love his mystery
But now, he's just exhausting

Another day spent, just laying in his room
Stench of incense, and some undelivered food

Hmmm, mmm, mmm

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 lovehearts 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

And she thought
"What if he just never leaves?
What if he doesn't get the message,
And he doesn't hear my pleas?"
So she just started screaming

"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?

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