Things Get Boring.

I went out to be with your freinds
You bore them, and then me too
I've been out now for a week and have so much to do
Now, now I don't know what I see
A crevice three strings above
Sweat in my bed calling treason, i'm sopping out fucks

Things get boring, in the party
Wanted to be there
Sea swallowing me, what did you see?
All without me there
Is a reason to be?

By the time I notice now, Robber Baron singing loud
It's already the past, with Doc Martins on my calf
I want to write a tell All, and say where it went wrong
Is it coming off too much, too much like a shit song?

If I go home just to die, I won't have unfinished business
I can't start shit to save my life
I can't start shit to save my life again
Where did, my family go?
Is their something that I do not know
I'm sorry, I can't forget
I'm sorry, it happened again oh man
I can't keep getting sick
Why am I staying, staying not for me?

Staying Stagnate and
Accepting greif
I need to get back and up to speed
Will someone wait for me?

Fall Asleep on Sunday



Credits
Writer(s): Dace Santa Cruz
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