It hurts to admit that he was right
It hurts to admit that I was wrong
The color is sucked out of my life through a little tube
that goes into everyone else.
My life is gray and picket fences and swivel chairs
and fluorescent lights and no soul and froyo.
My life is boring
My life is extremely boring
My life is one pair of jeans and a whole lot of t-shirts
My life is one pair of sneakers
My life is a beach no one uses.
It's nothing but broken showers and absent mothers
Depressed dogs and fruit flies.
My life is really, really boring.