Maybe I Was Boring Full EP

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Lyrics: He never had cool stories He doesn't make your heart beat 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 f-cking 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 And she thought "What if he just never leaves? Or 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?" ------------------------------------------------------------------- We all move on Some faster than others We all know We all sacrifice In a bath late in the evening Building up sorrow But I can't say that I Wasted my time 'Cause I'm built by you And I can't say that I Am glad it is over 'Cause that wouldn't be true So thank you Oh, thank you We both remember That day in the summer When you were sat on me And we cried Oh, how we cried In that moment We've never been so happy But I can't say that I Wasted my time 'Cause I'm built by you And I can't say that I Am glad it is over 'Cause that wouldn't be true So thank you Oh, thank you All I can say is thank you But I can't say that I Won't miss you ------------------------------------------------------------------- Yeah, I'm recording One, two, three, four Bouncer greets us at the door He can tell we've been here before So he lets us pass And we climb up 15 flights of stairs And find that spot in the corner just over there It's only 6:30 but we're starting to drink I'm ordering the usual I think I need a change of pace London's bursting at the seams It's not quite the place I hoped I'd be It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume It's country walks down the motorway How many dr-gs have you done today? 'Cause concrete sculptures and broken glass It's the lamp posts who guide our paths Because the moon can't get in And the clouds hang heavy Blocking out his pursuit And booze hangs limply on our rental suits 'Cause we're fires, we're burning bright Breaking bottles and starting fights But the evening has other plans Run as they pull up with two more vans It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume It's country walks down the motorway How many dr-gs have you done today? But I won't fuss I'll let you pass No, I won't fuss I'll let you pass 'Cause it's only white wine in a Wetherspoons Fine dining with cheap perfume DLR closed due to workers' strikes God knows how I'll get home tonight ------------------------------------------------------------------- I lost the passion that comes with living Since I started university I took a geography course to learn the datelines And maybe use a sextant But now I just press facsimiles And you're exactly who you wanted to be That's what you said 'Cause you wanna watch TV and sleep all day and lay in bed but You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food And pay my rent and reproduce and feed those kids And maybe use a sextant I don't miss you I miss the thought of what we were This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain Wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in and let you drain You'll never get rid of me, oh I'm like a f-cking disease I'll make a home in your gut 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep What was your thought when you realised You'll never feel naive love again? Was it pain or was it sickness? Were you proud of who you'd been? The shyness waiting for his phone calls Replaced by apathy 'n' dating apps You held his hands, it felt like flying Now he's just another man You'd rather he was inside than beside you But he's talking marriage and a future He's picking a lock he doesn't go into Less knife in a wound, he's a suture I don't miss you I miss the thought of what we were This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain But it's okay, it's a strategy to ensure I remain You'll never get rid of me, well I'm like a f-cking disease I'll make a home in your gut 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep It's okay It's okay Eat my rent and eat my food And eat my dues and eat those kids And maybe use a sextant