being boring?

cheesy retro disco anyone?

now i sit with different faces | in rented rooms and foreign places | all the people i was kissing | some are here and some are missing | in the nineteen-nineties | i never dreamt that i would get to be | the creature that i always meant to be | but i thought in spite of dreams | you’d be sitting somewhere here with me | ’cause we were never being boring | we had too much time to find for ourselves | and we were never being boring | we dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends | and we were never holding back or worried that | time would come to an end | we were always hoping that, looking back | you could always rely on a friend