I Wish You Were Dead - Bored Nothing

I followed you outside

And smoked what i had

And drank some wine

You touched my arm and said

Something like

«i wish you were dead»

I should have grabbed you then

And told you i don’t care

I felt it once again

And i could be anywhere

Sat on the cold tiles

A lock on the door

The moon on the rise

I toyed with an old idea

Of popular song

And of facing fear

You could have had the end

Of a million kids

Coz you don’t need a friend

I wish that you were dead