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 [???]