Lyrics: Michael Wise/Bülow/Elizabeth Lowell Boland/Jared Lee
Music: Michael Wise/Bülow/Elizabeth Lowell Boland/Jared Lee
Locked up for days I'm up in chains
Counting the ways to get out of this space
And self medicate I'm going insane
Smoke in the air bring on the haze
Sippin' on Hennessy but nothing to chase
It's for the pain I'm going insane
You say you feel sorry for me I'm not sorry
This is the best that I've been
I'm not happy
The truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
Yeah everything's boring and bleak
I'm not hoping for better
I've made my peace so I'm laughing
The truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
I'm sad and bored
Bored bored bored bored
I'm sad and bored bored of myself
I'm sad and bored
Bored bored bored bored
I'm sad and bored bored of myself
Maybe I'm sick only want players
Seen Casablanca because he's so gangster
My boy is in jail I'm all cliche
Moving my mind till I comatose
Fortified whisky and double the dose
Room for the heart room for the soul
You say you feel sorry for me
I'm not sorry
This is the best that I've been I'm not happy
The truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
Yeah everything's boring and bleak
I'm not hoping for better
I've made my peace so I'm laughing
The truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
I'm sad and bored
Bored bored bored bored
I'm sad and bored bored of myself
I'm sad and bored
Bored bored bored bored
I'm sad and bored bored of myself
You got me in my bag
Got my boy bummed out life's a drag drag
And I don't want a tat
But I'm all for dragging these flimdogs
For like the devil fisin' on my fitstom
Now I'm on fisi
Like it's raining down a shit storm
I'm just trying to kick it like a couple hundred setfod
But you won't let me chill
So I'm even more pissed off
Say the wrong word
And it's motherf**kin' lift off
It's on my bag I have to go North Koria
North Koria
See kori I like to get ovarmori
Ahhh
I'm so numb I'm just tryin' to feel anything
Build by the alich mixin' by anything
Now I'm feeling nauseous the anticipation's killing me
Bang bang you made me fellin' like insenite
Cheak down actives work for asimbilly
Or silly me to everything that you were assimy
Say them boy
You say you feel sorry for me
I'm not sorry
This is the best that I've been
I'm not happy
The truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
Yeah everything's boring and bleak
I'm not hoping for better
I've made my peace so I'm laughing
The truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
I'm sad and bored
Bored bored bored bored
I'm sad and bored bored of myself
I'm sad and bored
Bored bored bored bored
I'm sad and bored bored of myself