I am bored

You tore a hole so deep my leak poured out torrentially
But now I'm bored

My bloody flow is slowed so I can be bored near you
Oh, what a loss

It didn't show its head until mine was torn and thrown at you
And back it grew

With glassy eyes walked and contact on the couch with you
Oh, boring face

We're losing touch I reached and my extended hand went through

Now we both know what we have to do