Bored Games

Sittin waitin for those three dots

Yesterday it didn't mean a lot

When life was stale, mate, but today my vessels' pumping like a speeding yacht

There's an empty square next to the queen's spot

And I think I'd like to fill it

We Connect Four levels deep and she be like, "I feel it."

All of a sudden it gets silent as a dead hearse

Constantly checking my phone wonderin' when she'll check hers* * (checkers)

Too much time on my hands like a horologist

I'm starting to think that I can't handle all of this