Day Dream (I Am So Fucking Bored)
Adelleda
No matter where we run, it's only a car-length away.nnThis is the time, if it were up to me now.nThis is the time, we can rise from the ground.nThis is the time, hold onto me now.nnNo matter where we run, we'll do this til our legs will break.nnIn a bed for liars, can we be true for once?nAm I the ruiner of you too much?nI am so fucking bored.nnAnd ever second is an hour.nWhat's a minute when you weren't counting it?nCause every new day's a struck match, a falling out.nNow it's doctor's scripts and 666.nIt's a voodoo doll stabbing at the chest of the heartless.nCan't you refrain from all that shit for now?nnGive me the warmth of an island,ngive me the sense of a want to go home.nGive me a loss due to damage,ngive me the strength or the balls to be hated.nnI am so fucking bored.nnThis is the time, if it were up to me now.nThis is the time, we can rise from the ground.nThis is the time, will you look to me now?nThis is the time, hold onto me now.
Lyrics by Adelleda
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