Well, I'm trying to be patient.
Yeah, the wheels keep turnin' 'round,
but it's a treadmill and I'm just
dragging my feet. I'm so tired
of everything - defeated by routine -
by words that don't mean anything to me.
At least not anymore, now that
I'm done with the morning of a
day without ending. A year of
decadence to escape from penance.
But I suffered, and I'm over it.
Yeah, I'm fine now - but I'm sick of it.
I was happy being miserable
I used to lay down my head on the bar
and raise one lonely finger for a drink.

It doesn't have to be so difficult -
just keep coasting by. So you lost a limb.
Well hell, these wounds will heal with time.
(But what happens when you loved what you lost?)
You didn't have to cut it off.
But I did and I do and it took
everything I had. I wonder if I could
ever get it back to how it was,
when I still thought of love as a
risk I could take - if I was willing
to make the commitment to rejection.
The mind games, the deception.
The late nights under the covers
pointing the finger at who ever started
whatever we were fighting about.

I guess that I'm fine now,
yeah, everything's better.
Everything's cooled down - it's all copasatic.
We'll move on, off to a better world,
to a fresh start where anything's possible..
But I'm sick of it
Yeah, I'm sick of it.
I am
so sick
of it.
Uh-huh