Boring

The seasons are changing

But my world always stays the same

Children laugh behind my back

They’re younger everytime

All my friends are having kids

But nobody’s sure why

I guess they’ll procreate until they die

Everyone is boring

Everything is lame

Everybody think they’re not the same

So why don’t we get boring?

Let’s get old and lame

Let’s get a house and kids and change your name

I’m torn on the inside

A little ashamed to say

The house out in the suburbs calls my name

I’m not insane but maybe I should be

It would explain some things

I Web-MD’ed myself but somehow nothing’s ever wrong

Everyone is boring

Everything is lame

Everybody think they’re not the same

So why don’t we get boring?

Let’s get old and lame

Let’s get a house and kids and change your name

Now, it’s really bringing me down

That the house with the picket fence is calling out

Oh, I’d rather rot in hell

Than watch you become someone lame with someone else

That’d really bring me down

That’d really bring me down

Let’s get old and boring

Let’s both become lame

Get a house and kids and change your name

‘Cause I don’t think you’re boring

I don’t think you’re lame

Let’s get a house in summer up in Maine

Let’s get old and boring

Let’s both become lame

We could be so boring

Let’s get a house and kids and change your name