Boredom hits you, so fast, so hard Got to run to keep up with you Late night, young walk Champagne, Small talk I am so tired of this cartoon But you're a habit Brought up in familiar ways And you're here with me And through your dusty poems Loaded with your poems Like a feather Lands upon your shoe But you see bombs come chrashing Lightning flashing There is nothing Left for me to do But you're a habit Brought up in familiar ways And you're here with me And through your dusty poems Loaded with your poems Are you missing me, But you're a habit Brought up in familiar ways And you're here with me And through your dusty poems Loaded with your poems Are you wanting me,