I guess I understand
Boredom is a pest
Leaking into your mind
Stealing peaceful rest
I know the urge to adventure
To wander to foreign lands
But I know how to hold my ground
Youre just good at holding hands
Try and brush it off
Because I like to travel too
I get why youre restless
Im not good enough for you
How naive of me
To think I held your mind
What a bitter pill
To know that you have pined
For someone else
That isnt me
Oh what a shock of news
I was dumb
To think otherwise
No right to have the blues