Bore Lyrics

If you leave early, no one's coming out to get you
Once you're gone, we'll forget you were here and there
I get up early, make a list and go on back to bed to dream
You're slicing up my face.
You like my hair and that's all that matters

It's too early, bed of hands,
still we can't fall asleep for too long
and forget why we're here,
not over there

(oh oh)

It's not crazy anymore, every bus ride's such a bore
I miss that shiny downtown whore that I was before