Hurt Is Boring

So I lost my keys again

Would you leave me out a spare?

So I lost myself again

Your mom's painting over my picture on the wall

The floor of your bathroom is cold

And I wonder if I slept there, would I die?

The room in my mind, I'm alone

And I know that if I slept there I would die

Hurt is boring

Hurt is boring

So is happiness

So is happiness

Hurt is boring

Hurt is boring

So is happiness

So is happiness

I think that I like

One more than the other