| Boredom Broken record, If I�ve heard it once I�ve heard it A million times too many. I got the broken message Now leave me alone so I can ponder The message that broke my soul. Something about the way she speaks Tells me I�m already lost. That thing about the way she moves Pulls me further from myself. Bleeding more than I could give, Tasting more than I could have. Impossible to figure The number of days I�ve spent brooding Over those few letters, Desperate and pathetic to waste my tears away, Over those few letters, Slipping into this pattern. So pathetic to hold on to something so real to me, Something I will never have again. |