Boring

You talk about how you hate everything
And you don’t see that that everything is right inside of you
Little fool
Can’t you see what you hate the most is in what you have become?

You talk about my life as a senseless thing
I talk about how boring you are
You, you don’t know how to use that dick

At least I write what I think in my songs
At least I’m not ashamed of saying I can be bottom sometimes
You seem afraid of letting yourself out
And you think you’re a big man, but you’re not, so don’t say it too loud

You criticize everything everyone does
And you don’t see the dust in your own eyes
You ain’t perfect, you never will

And I promised myself not to blame you again
But you say things I cannot ignore
I wouldn’t punch your face, you don’t deserve that
And I’m not that wild

In bed I am, and you’re just boring