I'm running out of color again
Makes me want to fold
Nothing's worse than the truth it seems
When I've got this lie to uphold
Self Destruction is a helluva drug
And the hangover's to blame
This little fiction we're agreeing on
It has more than just one name

Now we're
Running out of color again
It's just a matter of time
The politics of boredom my friends
Is the static in my mind

We get high high high
Because we get so low
They say it's just some phase
But how are they to know

We get high high high
Because we get so low
I've learned to fake sincere
So nobody will know

The politics of boredom get us all

You put the IN in invincible
As you stare up to the sky
I hear you only live on kneeling now
And a dead man's alibi
The Novacaine is excellent
It's our staircase wit for sure
The denial comes in 42 flavors
But you know this one is pure

Now we're
Running out of color again
It's just a matter of time
The politics of boredom my friends
Is the static in my mind

We get high high high
Because we get so low
They say it's just some phase
But how are they to know

We get high high high
Because we get so low
I've learned to fake sincere
So nobody will know

The politics of boredom get us all