You‘re like kissing lipstick;
You‘re pasty, warm and dry.
You‘re boring, you bore me.
You‘re such a boring guy.
At first i kinda liked it, the way
It oozed out of your mouth.
Then there was more and more,
And it got boring.
Just another boring lie.
So what if i just pick this knife up
And cut you all across your smile?
Would that be boring?
Would that be boring, or just one less boring life?
Boring life.