I'm tired
I can barely get myself undressed
Got a mountain on my shoulders
And an iceberg in my chest
I'm tired of the wrong people closing their books
Redacting the chapters before
I could catch another look
I'm tired
Of expecting it to hit again
Half-assed fortune teller
Knowing what, not who or when
I'm tired of the wrong people dousing their sparks
Packing up the elephants
Letting the theatres go dark
I'm tired
Always scanning for the warning signs
For defective receptors
And misfiring circuits telling lies
I'm tired of the wrong people catching that train
But i've stared out that same window and
I've heard it calling my name
I'm tired
Of sitting around and asking why
That big wheel keeps on turning
A perfect circle in the sky
I'm tired of the wrong people leaving in the spring
Casting hidden shadows and
Leaching the warmth from the green
I'm tired
I can barely wake up in this place
Another set of souvenirs
Favorite songs i can't even face
I'm tired of the wrong people checking out too soon
Thin nails and haystacks
Shining spectral silver 'neath the moon
I'm tired
So tired
Nine eight eight
Seven six five
Four three two
One scrub the mission
Nine eight eight
Seven six five
Four three two
One cut the ignition
Nine eight eight
Seven six five
Four three two
One please scrub your mission
Nine eight eight
Seven six five
Four three two
F*ck this condition