You cut your hair in a bathroom mirror with kitchen scissors at 3am last night

I asked you why and you said you needed change

I fill the empty spaces of my tattoos with watercolor

Trying and failing to paint that pretty picture for you

I'm not surprised your getting bored

Don't get outside much anymore

Come on my love lace up your boots

I'd rather waste my life with

I fell asleep wearing your t-shirt cause all of my just reek of cigarettes

Or it could be that I miss the smell of you on my shoulder

I fill the empty spaces you left in my bed with chip crumbs and tear drops

Trying, still failing to paint that pretty picture for you

I'm not surprised your getting bored

Don't get outside much anymore

Common my love lace up your boots

I'd rather waste my life with