And I wake up, and start the day Look in the mirror, yeah fine, okay I´m tired, tired of getting through
Listening to Whitney as I board the train
What´s it all for? Everyday´s the same I´m tired, tired of getting through
And I can´t be the only one
I was on time to stare at a screen Pencil pushing monotony Oh, I´m tired, tired of getting through
Procrastinating, pens put in a line Daydreaming of new alibis I´m tired, tired of getting through
And the keys stuck in the front door Had to wait an hour, it didn´t rain, it poured I´m tired, tired of getting through
And I can´t be the only one
And I can´t be the only one
TV dinners, still don´t want to eat Sex in the city, huh? I´d be so lucky I´m tired, tired of getting through
And it´s night time so I take off my clothes Look in the mirror, swear I´m alone I´m tired, tired of getting through
And I can´t be the only one No, I can´t be the only one Tired of getting through Tired of getting through I´m tired of getting through I´m tired of getting through