Flirt With Boredom Songtext
von Matt Holubowski

I blocked your calls
Your name is a dreadful nudge
When I hit the wall, this fall
The unspeakable thoughts

I′m not, not here at all
I don't want to leave my bed
I′m stapled to the wall
In search of fountainheads

I flirt with boredom
I lost my words in it
I try to think of something else
But I love to hate myself


Spring blossomed just in time
To show me a sign of life
Perhaps her hand is there
To settle this affair

A fraction of a flower
Sits by the lawnmower
Good thing I hesitate
To do my chores today

I flirt with boredom
I lost my words in it
I try to think of something else
But I love to hate myself

I flirt with boredom
I lost my words in it
I try to think of something else
But I love to hate myself


To just imagine us
To and fro, runaway
On that old chicken bus
A fatal ricochet