Somewhere outside. There are tricks and evil. Holler downstairs. While I drive. I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog. Dying of boredom. I’ll try it all. Sixteen olive. Bound by a voice. I don’t want to go but I want it well at least you fucking care. Dying of boredom. I’ll try it all. I’ll be faint. Like a crook. It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you. But that’s ok look at how it feels. Dying of boredom. I’ll try it all. I’ll be faint. Like a crook. It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you. But that’s ok look at how it feels.