Sorry on the terms of coming
to terms of long awaited words
We're only the sweet nothings
desirable thoughts, but not
so thoughtful in person—per se
we do this everyday, everyday is the
same decor with different shade

Such a shame; beautiful in my eyes
but a beauty only set of afar sights
Sightseeing on what could be,
still this is the fault of an awkward me
hopeless romantic, passive; inactive love
closed heart to all but open chances to love

Would of been fun to live as just boring people
entertaining ourselves on less than serious jokes
—you don't like spoken word, but you'd maybe
listen to my cheeky comments in a spoken word
of thoughts

Being a boring cliché
words of saying I love you more than yesterday
the answer to my prayers; anyways these
feelings hunt me down as it's prey
What more can I say...actually what haven't
I said if we're still stuck as attracting friends
Face to face our magnetic force pushes us away,
and the turn of the other, pulls the other walking
the other way. It's so magnetic...oh God, that's so
cliché

We're two bored people, too bored
to board the relationship status
Lovers at first sight—old fashioned
given a little chance to act on the obvious
thoughts, could mean we'd have a little action

      ...but now I'm just so bored of these thoughts