Sanoja: Far. Tin Cans With Strings To You. Boring Life.

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, 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