You tore a hole so deep my leak poured out torrentially
But now I'm bored
My bloody flow is slowed so I can be bored near you
Oh, what a loss
It didn't show its head until mine was torn and thrown at you
And back it grew
With gla**y eyes locked in contact on the couch with you
Oh, boring face
We're losing touch I reached and my extended hand went through
Now we both know what we have to do