Eugene

You know it's getting late And I know i'm such a waste I'm so bored Everything feels so much like a chore Sittin' next to you Sittin' next to me Get away from him Go home and [???] You know i feel so cold I dont wanna talk to you at all And what's the point in this Sitting down and biting all these lists of things ill do You all know that none of it is true I really must get home I can't wait to sit there all alone When i'm talking i'm trying to put done the phone When i'm walking now i'm rushing there's no point at all I don't have that much these days [???] I never felt alone It hurts my lungs You know i make you wait I dont want to [??] Im so full of shit Why dont you try a bit and [???]