Bored Nothing - Get Out of Here lyrics

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Bored Nothing - Get Out of Here lyrics

I walked down Through the burning cars Along your street I sat and wrote Your name with my finger On the concrete Your voice was still And crisp in my ear "My dad's a cop So you'd better get out of here" I turned down A familiar street And the houses swayed I remembered Walking with you And suddenly i felt afraid You stood your feet In the drain and said "when you yell i die" And the implications hurt my head And so the cops found me That night in the park I was drunk and tripping through the dark I'd carved a tree With your name and mine And the sentiment of cheap red wine