Sick of trying to find a way insidenSick and tired of all the afternSick of trying to find a way to slidenEven though it always ends in laughternIts never hard to tell when things are donenShe looked into my eyes and a voice said RUNnShe says that i'm a mess but its alrightnWhether it's two weeks, two years or just tonightnnYou can occupy my every sigh,nyou can rent a space inside my mindnAt least until the price becomes too highnnI can find a reason that we should quitnI can find a reason to do itnI can find excuses for all my shitnShe tells me just to work right through itnnShes pretty and I like her but shes too wellnCos I need red flags and long nights and she can tellnIts not that its my fault its just my stylenBeginning with a look and then a smilennYou can occupy my every sigh,nyou can rent a space inside my mindnAt least until the price becomes too highnnShe don't need a thing, she don't need a saving or a laynShes got all the friends around and you can hear them say:nHes not into you hes into the idea of ?nBut little do they know that shes not throughnnYou can occupy my every sigh,nyou can rent a space inside my mindnAt least until the price becomes too high