Verse 1 Every night, we do the same, Same food, same old game. She starts to talk, my mind starts to wander, And every minute feels much longer. Chorus I’m bored to death, I’m bored to tears, Nothing new to do over here. We need to laugh, and have fun now, We need to spice things up somehow. We need to spice things up somehow. We need to spice things up somehow. Verse 2 I watch films; she complains. She wants to go out, once again. But I say no and check my phone, No wonder I feel alone. Chorus I’m bored to death, I’m bored to tears, Nothing new to do over here. We need to laugh, and have fun now, We need to spice things up somehow. We need to spice things up somehow. We need to spice things up somehow. Bridge Then she looks at me and says, “You never go out. You never talk, you never try — Perhaps the boring one’s not I.” And then I start to see She isn’t boring—I think it’s me I wait for her to make life fun , But maybe I’m the boring one. Final Chorus I’m bored to death, I’m bored to tears, Nothing new to do over here. We need to laugh, and have fun now, We need to spice things up somehow. I think it’s me I think it’s me I think it’s me No more excuses, no more phone, No more sitting here at home. I was blaming her, but I was wrong I was the boring one all along. Oh dear, I think it’s me! Oh no, I think it’s me! Oh yes, I think it’s me!
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