Boring Ones

Waiting for a bus
I’m waiting for another time
Middle of the night
I’m waiting for my time to come
I’m the boring one
The one that leaves the party saying
— There's a day tomorrow too, goodnight
Sitting on the bus
The man next to me looks so sad
The girls in front they talk
They talk, they talk it drives me mad
I don’t care about your boyfriends and who slept with who
Don’t make yourselves more stupid than you are
Oh please say that
Time, time will come for the boring ones
Oh, time will come, time will come
Time, time will come for the boring ones
Oh, time will come, will come
I’m gonna get there one way or the other
I’m gonna get there even if it’s not tonight
I don’t care about your boyfriends
And their messages so please
Stop reading them out loud
Oh please say that
Time, time will come for the boring ones…
Time
Time will come
For the boring, boring ones