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