Bore by Emily Haines
If you leave early, no one's coming out to get you
Once you're gone, we'll forget you were here and there
I get up early, make a list and go on back to bed to dream
You're slicing up my face.
You like my hair and that's all that matters
It's too early, bed of hands
Still we can't fall asleep for too long
And forget while we're here,
Not over there
It's not crazy anymore, every busride's such a bore
I miss that shiny downtown whore that I was before
What would I have if you didn't have me?
Who are you going to move when you can't touch me?
Who do you love if you didn't love me?
Try me, I'm really not a whore