Far Boring Life
You're like kissing lipstick; you're pasty, warm and dry. You're boring, you bore me. You're such a boring guy. At first I kinda liked it, the way it oozed out of your mouth. Then there was more and more, and it got got boring. Just another boring lie. So what if I just pick this knife up and cut you all across your smile? Would that be boring? Would that be boring, or just one less boring life? Boring life.