Boring Ones

Waiting for a bus I'm waiting for another time Middle of the night I'm waiting for my time to come I'm the boring one The one that leaves the party saying - There's a day tomorrow too, goodnight Sitting on the bus The man next to me looks so sad The girls in front they talk They talk, they talk it drives me mad I don't care about your boyfriends and who slept with who Don't make yourselves more stupid than you are Oh please say that Time, time will come for the boring ones Oh, time will come, time will come Time, time will come for the boring ones Oh, time will come, will come I'm gonna get there one way or the other I'm gonna get there even if it's not tonight I don't care about your boyfriends And their messages so please, Stop reading them out loud Oh please say that Time, time will come for the boring ones... Time Time will come For the boring, boring ones