Boredom

I think I’m too caught up on all the things I’ll never do again
I’m always sneaking back to the warmth that doesn’t care
And I’m landing in the ashes cause I was chasing after the match
Sneaking back to the warmth that leaves soot in my hair

I can’t stay away
But when I go back I stare at the door
Keep your distance
You are the bull but I have horns

I’m terrified of being bored and all the fun I’ll never have
Circling like a vulture, I’m a bloodhound
And I’m keeping myself uptight, all alone, and on the prowl
Wasting all my seconds regretting the hours

I can’t stay away
But when I go back I stare at the door
Keep your distance
You are the bull but I have horns

Tell me to leave
I will never do it myself
Kick me out of here
lock the door to my cell