Antidote to Being Bored - Oscar Lang

She loves the sound of the trees

And sunny days on the beach

She’s askin', «Hold my hand»

As she’s sinkin' in the sand

Watching her soul disappear

She don’t like sayin' please

And fake American cheese

She’s still got the demand

Fallin' down onto the man (I feel you slippin', slippin' away)

Feel like I am loosing grip

She promised me that she’d quit

She’s my antidote to being bored

She’s my antidote to being bored

You always say you’re in pain

But you’re outside when it rains

I love the chemical, checkin' all your medicals out

Put on a pedestal, can’t you say I’m sensible now

Fallin' down in the pit

I tripped over your shit

She’s my antidote to being bored

She’s my antidote to being bored