Testo di Bore

If you leave early No one's coming out to get you Once you're gone We'll forget you were here and there I get up early Make a list and go on back to bed to dream You're slicing up my face You like my hair And that's all that matters It's too early Bed of hands still we can't fall asleep for too long Forget while we're here, not over there It's not crazy anymore Every bus ride's such a bore I miss that shiny downtown whore That I was before It's not crazy anymore Every bus ride's such a bore I miss that shiny downtown whore That I was before Oh misery What would I have if you didn't have me Oh Misery Who are you going to move when you can't touch me Oh misery Who do you love if you didn't love me Try me, I'm really not a whore...