Lyrics:
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 IĀ'll try it all Sixteen, olive Bound by a voice I donĀ't want to go but I want it well at least you fucking care Dying of boredom IĀ'll try it all IĀ'll be faint Like a crook It looks and feels great but look at what ItĀ's doing to you But thatĀ's ok look at how it feels Dying of boredom IĀ'll try it all IĀ'll be faint Like a crook It looks and feels great but look at what ItĀ's doing to you But thatĀ's ok look at how it feels