You tore a hole so deep my blood poured out torrentially,
But now I'm bored.
My bloody flow has slowed so I can be bored next to you.
Oh, what a loss.
It didn't show it's head 'til mine was torn and thrown at you,
And back it grew.
With glassy eyes locked in contact on the couch with you,
Oh, the boring face.
We're losing touch, I reach,
My extended hand went through.
Now we both know what we have to do.