So I lost my keys again
But you leave me out the spare
So I lost myself again
You're mom's painting over my picture on the wall
The floor of your bathroom is cold
And I wonder if I slept there would I die
The room in my, my time alone
And I know that if I slept there I would die
Hurt is boring
Hurt is boring
So is happiness
So is happiness
Hurt is boring
Hurt is boring
So is happiness
I think I like one more than the other
