I feel tired nownI wouldn't hold your breath 'til our next meetingnThe way you depressed my chestnWhenever you crawled in from your secret eveningsnnThere's always a paradox involvednWatch what you say to menI'm not hungry for you to feed me a lienThere's always a way to mess things upnIf you compose them without any real meaningnnwhen the dusty summer air is rightnI'll find the courage and realizenTo erase you from my mindnnYou can't see the other sidenBut when it comes aroundnYou'll see, it's nicennYou'll erase her in due timennI should have woke up thennInstead of replaying scenes time and time againnBut how can you once be, then never againnWithout even fucking blinking?nnI should have called the statenThey'd take you away for much, much clearer reasonsnThan those that were given to menSo you could take a cop handcuffed to the railingnnAt night when these troubled thoughts beginnYou'll have to count then out of your mindnTo erase her in due timenAnd because the wound there is so freshnYou'll pour and pour the iodinenOr else completely lose your mindnnAnd all things endnI feel tired now