Maybe I Was Boring

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
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 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"
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 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 please?"
 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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 We all move on
 Some faster than others
 We all know
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 We all sacrifice
 In a bath late in the evening, building up sorrow
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 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
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 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"
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 But I can't say that I
 Won't miss you
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 (Yeah, I'm recording)
 One, two, three, four
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 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
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 It's white wine in a Wetherspoons
 It's fine dining with cheap perfume
 Its country walks down the motorway
 How many drugs have you done today?
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 '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
 Its country walks down the motorway
 How many drugs 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
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 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
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 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 fucking disease
 I'll make a home in your gut
 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
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 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 and 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
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 This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain
 But it's OK, it's a strategy to ensure I remain
 You'll never get rid of me, well I'm like a fucking disease
 I'll make a home in your gut
 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
 It's OK
 It's OK
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 Eat my rent and eat my food
 And eat my dues and eat those kids
 And maybe use a sextant