Lyrics Antidote to Being Bored - Oscar Lang

Antidote to Being Bored

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