B.O.O.M.M.D.
You're so bored you're ready to throw your life away, but you just keep talking about dumb stuff like it's the only thing that matters.
I was B. O. O. M. M. D. and I told my teacher my pencil was going to jail.
I was B. O. O. M. M. D. and I said my eraser had a secret identity.
I was B. O. O. M. M. D. and I told my friend my highlighter was in love with me.