My mind needs a place,

in nuances of gray,

where boredom reigns

and healing starts,

please, tale me there, tonight!

Where no more drama

will pour over my thoughts,

and mind games

gone by the wind shall be,

please, fly them away, tonight!

There, bore me with sweet nothings!

Then yawn at my complaints

that life’s so boringly fantastic!

Don’t you walk out whenever

I hurt you deeply by proclaiming

your way of loving as “a bore”!

You know, my love, how mean I get

when my thirst for tragedies

stays unsatisfied, don’t you?

My dear, my heart, my honey!

Bore me to death, tonight!