Lletres: Pain. Enough.

love had nothing to do with us
you had nothing better to do nothing better to do
you say that you want to be free well, baby, don't look at me
i think i've had enough of super mario 3
and i do believe i've poured enough beer into me
to strip away the beauty of the curve of your hips
and to nullify the bower of your moist little lips
i feel my brain reactivate and tell me that enough is enough is enough
work... you look at teeth all day
analyzing dental files and then you come home and analyze us
us... i'm sick of reevaluating us
you bore me into the ground, our sex occurs without sound

what was verb is now noun
now don't you think enough's enough and we should be through
you lie there with a wounded face as if this was new
we never go to movies and we never do shit
our world is your apartment and i'm tired of it
i feel my brain reactivate and tell me that enough is enough is enough