He never had cool stories

He doesn't make your heartbeat

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 fucking 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?"