Boring Disaster

Here we are again Wishing we were more or less than friends And in the end You get what you negotiate In my head You take off your shirt and get into my bed And we talk about death like it's not in the room Life is too brief to fall in love with anything Life is too brief to fall in love with anything Don't be naive, don't fall in love with anything Don't be naive, don't fall in love with anything There it is again The meaning of an ordinary end We both pretend Then just see each other less and less And less and less The mildest dose of nothingness Like holding a deer that is dead by the antlers Or spending a year all alone in New Hampshire Or kissing the mouth that refuses to answer It's bleak is it not It's a boring disaster Life is too brief to fall in love with anything Life is too brief to fall in love with anything Don't be naive don't fall in love with anything Don't be naive don't fall in love with anything I know the heart Has its own entropy I know the heart Has its own entropy I know the heart Has its own entropy I know the heart Has its own entropy I know the heart Has its own entropy I know the heart Breaks like a wave on a rock