You're like kissing lipstick;

you're pasty, warm and dry.

You're boring, you bore me.

You're such a boring guy.

At first I kinda liked it, the way

it oozed out of your mouth.

Then there was more and more,

and it got boring.

Just another boring lie.

So what if I just pick this knife up

and cut you all across your smile?

Would that be boring?

Would that be boring, or just one less boring life?

Boring life.