Somewhere, outside

There are tricks, and evil

Holler, downstairs

While I drive



I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog



Dying of boredom

I’ll try it all



Sixteen, olive

Bound by a voice



I don’t want to go but I want it well at least you fucking care



Dying of boredom

I’ll try it all

I’ll be faint

Like a crook



It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you

But that’s ok look at how it feels



Dying of boredom

I’ll try it all

I’ll be faint

Like a crook



It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you

But that’s ok look at how it feels