Meet Hayden. The most boring girl I've ever met. I can barely think of anything to say about her. I only knew her because I had a math class with her once. In class she talked to me more than other people did, but she never said anything interesting. I sat right behind her, and whenever she turned around to look at me I could feel my eyes already drooping. I tried to smile and respond as enthusiastically as I could manage, but it was hard to give a damn. She would always say things like,
"That homework was hard," or
"Man, I got a B on that test."
She was so boring.
Only the most boring of the math lectures could possibly have rivalled her.
She had a fingernail stuck in the bow in her hair.
She had a number on her back, and she was sitting there,
Paying all attention to the numbers up in front.
Laying all her cards upon the table and she's done.
It's hard to tell the story at the time and place we're in...
They thought they all would watch and listen
to the numbers,
Even dumber than they were before.
They could be four, but really everyone wants
to be One.
And so did she.
But she was chewing on her pencil and gazing into space,
Biting on her fingernails and rubbing on her face.
She can't help but doodle numbers.
She can't help but find a place,
A better place
All places are better than this place
If you're in that state of head.
If you're home alone in bed instead.
Or like she said,
She scratched herself, it's crazy like
That never happens