These days are not for you to read through Because they desp'rately need a retool This life is meant to be escaped There ain't nothing in here to be framed Stand up and face the big window 'Cause there's no boat for me to row When you see the sky coming at you All I can say is that you're being fooled I'm sick of this, I'm sick of that I feel the size of a small rat I'm sick of them, I'm sick of you But above all, I'm sick of me A flaming skull is staring at me But even that's now ordinary In the end it all becomes your new shoe and it's time to rid your skin and start anew I'm sick of this, I'm sick of that I feel the size of a small rat I'm sick of them, I'm sick of you But above all, I'm sick of me But there's one thing I should tell y'all The amount of meaning here is really small
And suddenly your streak goes away. Then I got withdrawal symptoms and wrote this simply to have written something. |