C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon We got lines, i know, but they were thrown In a spiral of the fastest paths we've known In spite of every single vow, destroyed, It was easier that way But we've got no reclamations And we've got no heart desease We've got the sublimation of, Of whatever it is that you mean And i'm pretty sure you were bored when you said so Yeah, i'm pretty sure you were bored when you said so Yeah, i'm pretty sure you were bored I know, i know, i know, i know You've already told me twice that you don't mind you'll die alone If it makes it any easier, you should know: I wasn't born so hurtful But we've got no reclamations And we've got our hearts diseased We've got the sublimation of Of whatever it is that you mean And i'm pretty sure you were bored when you said so Yeah, i'm pretty sure you were bored when you said so Yeah, i'm pretty sure you were bored If then you asked me "when?" I wouldn't know for sure I'm vacant as any hat But that's the stuff that keeps me musical