I can see that I am through,
it's so blatant I'm not new.
I can be myself but I cannot,
come and listen to this heart rot.
It's going the wrong way, it's digesting.
This ol' heart's so uninteresting.

Why do I soak myself dry?
Why is this the first in years I've cried?
Why is my heart so personified?
Why is it me being blamed for the lies?
Why do I want to be able to die?
Why do I keep asking why?

Uninteresting, heart congesting,
soul molesting, head ain't resting,
God is testing, uninteresting.
God is testing, uninteresting.

If only I knew what my plan was.
If only I hadn't fell in love.
If only God would explain this for me.
He's left me in a ship wrecked at sea.
If only I wouldn't be stressing.
If only I wasn't so uninteresting.

Uninteresting, heart congesting,
soul molesting, head ain't resting,
God is testing, uninteresting.
God is testing, uninteresting.

Well I .. see .. the sun ..
Bright, bright, shinin' bright light, take away my life.
Do I look stable? I'll tell the fable, smack it on the table.
It's just a tall tale, about how uninteresting and unable,
that I stand to be, I stand to see,
the better half of me, but I cannot grieve
over being lonely, see the sunlight through the trees.
I know it's there, but it's difficult to notice.
I'll forget her soon, and I'll be able to focus.
I'm a locus, and I'll shed my skin, let the sunlight in,
then you'll see the glory of my uninteresting grin.

Uninteresting, heart congesting,
soul molesting, head ain't resting,
God is testing, uninteresting.
God is testing, uninteresting.