Lazy days, under covers is a change of pacenFrom Saturdays strung together by a winter hazenSometimes I get to settled until I start to come aroundnI might even scream at stupid in the mirrornWell I for one get nothing done with out some helping outnFrom chemicals my mother said to fearnnAnd then it happened, like I imaginednI found myself sick and tired of waiting on younIn mid October, the world turned overnI found myself sick and tired of waiting on younCan you help me out of this down slide?nCan you pull me out from the inside?nnBut that's okay; I've got the weekend and I'll work on SundaynSo stay awake; these little capsules pack a punch oh i'll saynIts times like these I knock the door down to make a pointnI'm scared to death if anybody sees nI've come so far from where I was, so don't act so annoyednI slip into another time releasennAnd then it happened, like I imaginednI found myself sick and tired of waiting on younIn mid October, the world turned overnI found myself sick and tired of waiting on younCan you help me out of this down slide?nCan you pull me out from the inside?n nSo here I go now; enjoy the show nownI find myself sick and tired of dealing with younThe worlds turned over and I'm not sobernI ask myself, what the hell am I gonna do?nAnd in the morning you'll hear the warningnMy sirens are sick and tired of sounding for younThis won't be over until I'm sobernI ask myself, what the hell am I gonna do?