Hey how ya doing
I am boredom
Don't read too much into this
**** it dear
I am boredom

And it just hit harder
say something
and it just hit harder
it's only been a minute

**** it I am bored
but not in a way
where I wouldn't speak to you
under other circumstances
you're actually pretty cool

And it just hit harder
say something
and it just hit harder
**** it
dear I'm sober

We'll judge you when we're high
when we're high
You're a creature, you're divine
You're my comfort love
you are fine

I will judge you in my mind
I will judge you in my mind

You're a story you're a lie
Educate me when you smile
Beauty thank you that I'm high
Darling thank you that I'm high

So I could judge you
in my mind
Sort of like a magazine photo
I'll stare at late at night
So I could love you till I die

Fully in my mind when we're high
when we're high
You're a creature you're divine
You're my comfort love
you are fine

I will judge you in my mind
I will judge you in my mind

You're a story you're a lie
Educate me when you smile
Beauty thank you I'm high
Darling thank you that I'm high

So I could judge you
in my mind
So I'll convulse you
In my mind
So I could love you till I die

Fully in my mind

Just a little chaos
I noticed I'm looking for a bit of fun
and oh so many will run
they don't get you
Although in a way I do

The mind is a storm
of feelings and words
I'm a captain braving the storm
they told me it's not worth it

And maybe it isn't
but I just want a bit of fun

Not a thing written in months
my muse has left me
like a scent in the wind
something simply sweet
has abandoned me

In my lonesome, I hear whispered lines and words
but as I turn to hear these lovely things they flee, escaping me
Woe is me, woe is me

Alone with simply sweet fleeing things

My soul weeps

There was once
A pretty little house
And it had many occupants
But a couple of them here or there
Stripped the pretty
little house bare

So what was once
A pretty little house
was remodeled as a bunker
and on this bunker they built a tower
with its entrance at the top

The further you get to the bottom
the more you see it's appeal
the further you go from your exit
the closer you get to a soul

that once lived in a pretty little house

I've only met destroyers
on the go, on the low

I've only met them going down
on me, on you

I've only met destroyers
in town, all around

But then I met you
and all that you do
Is love, is love
is love