Skinny Days
Have come and gone
Leaving behind
Broken possessions, inverted impressions
And I'm sick of the pain deep rooted in my brain
This constant feeling that things will not change
I've got bed sores on bed sores on bed sores on bed sores
These bed sores have bed sores on bed sores on bed sores
Bed sores on bed sores on bed sores and I
Baby I'm just exhausted
I'm tired
I'm tired
So tired
Baby I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired
I am so exhausted
Skinny Days
Have come and gone
And I am just getting by
Somedays it seems I just wanna scream and shout
My seams have all burst and my stuffing's come out
And I try and I try and I try and I try
I keep trying to try while I'm trying to try
And I try and I try and I try and I swear
Baby I'm just exhausted
I'm tired
I'm tired
So tired
Baby I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired
I am so exhausted
To me it really seems no matter how hard that I try
I will always find a way to paint myself the devil
And it really seems to me that when we're talking all alone
You will always find a way to paint me like the devil