Iâm too tired to be bored Iâm too bored to be tired And the silence is so deafening itâs like picking at a sore Iâm too mental to go crazy
Iâm too drunk too be pure And my mind is playing tricks on me And I canât sleep tonight âcause Iâm so tired,
I canât take it anymore With all the liars Like a prisoner of war I donât want your sympathy I donât want your honesty I just want to get some peace of mind Itâs only in my head As I roll over and play dead I donât want to hear it anymore
Itâs good to see you but I really must admit Thereâs an odor in the air and I think you look like [shit?]