Lyrics Emily Haines

Emily Haines

Bore

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

(oh oh)

It's not crazy anymore, every busride's such a bore

I miss that shiny downtown whore that I was before

Oh, misery

What would I have if you didn't have me?

Oh Misery

Who are you going to move when you can't touch me?

Oh misery

Who do you love if you didn't love me?

try me, I'm really not a whore