Letra de ' Bored of Being Sad ' de Microwave

Call the bastard up and buy him lunch
Let's talk about the future
How I've grown to feel so little love
How you act like you don’t understand
A short word with the lonesome balladeer
A long weekend all bent out of shape
A new self help book for each year
Annotating the path to my grave

I don't want to talk about the future
No
I don't care if I'm wasting my time
I've got time to waste
And no will to participate
I've been wasting my whole life

And I'm so bored of being sad
It's not cool anymore
It's old
And I'm bored
Shit’s really not so bad
I created this hell
I have no one to blame but myself

If you romanticize misery, brother, you're gonna be miserable
I was dead
I was looking for companies to sling shirts at the funeral
All the makings of a pacifist, another hypocrite, hippie weed head
Throwing out the dogma and cashing in
We did the math on it
It wasn't happening

The villain arc of a wanton rogue
One of heaven's tortured souls
With a cold heart
A white dwarf headed for a black hole
Sharpening my teeth on the bones of my old enemies
I'm over saying sorry and I'm

Bored of being sad
It's not cool anymore
It's old
And I'm bored
Shit’s really not so bad
I created this hell
I have no one to blame but myself