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I'm sick and tired of, being bored, existing, and home

We haven't spoken since you stopped answering your phone

I'm trying hard to believe the excuses

But they're like me, just so pathetic and useless

I dug a tunnel, underneath the ground, leading up into your house

And when you're not home, I'll come through, I'll take off my shoes

Ohh the days we took off everything

Turn on the stereo, the band I showed you

I'll rummage the trash for our old photos, too

You look so sad in every one