Sat in somebody's room
Stuck here talking to you
And you bore me to death
I can't stand it anymore
You only talk about yourself
And all the strings to your bow
Those strings are getting kinda rusty honey
And I think you ought to know
That I wanna cry
You make we wanna die
Now here comes your fella
Says he works in the city
Cool story bro
And yeah, your girlfriend is quite pretty
But you're as boring as each other
Couldn't keep insomniacs awake
So stop chewing off my ear
Tell someone else how much you make
Cos I wanna cry
You make me wanna die
I wanna cry
You make me wanna die
Moving on