Hurt Is Boring

So I lost my keys again
Would you leave me out a spare
So I lost myself again
Your mom’s painting over my picture on the wall
The floor of your bathroom is cold and I Wonder if I slept there would I die
The room in my mind I’m alone
And I know that if I slept there I would die
Hurt is boring
Hurt is boring
But so is happiness
So is happiness
And I think that I like
One more than the other