I'm sick
So sick of this
And all the little things I miss
And if I had a car,
I'd crash it in my lack of interest
So let me just desist
Call it plain oblivious
Suffer all that bliss, yeah
I'd do anything for this
And every time
I think I find
A gear to twist
I'm set in the cement
And every time
I stop unwind
I get this little sty goad
On the eye of my intent
(One point on this)
I'm sick
Sick of this
So sick of this
Alright
I guess it's trite
And in my comfy satellite
Fight with all my might
But I'll be back tomorrow night
So let me get it right
Subtlety is too polite
And in this shady light
Everything's still black and right
And every time
I think I find
A time to rest
I atrophy instead
And every time
I stop unwind
I still can't make it clear
And so I waste away my time
Waste away my time
(Your ass is mine)
I'm sick
Sick of this
Sick of this