Im sick of smiling And so is my jaw Cant you see my front is crumbling down Im sick of being someone Im not Please get me out of this slump Im sick of clapping When I know I can do it better for myself Im sick of waiting Sick of all these words that will never matter
I wire these nerves together Hoping for a chance to think on time And Im tracing over your letter To see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you're getting worse I swear it Its hard to prove you're an understatement Youre getting worse and I know That you'll be calling me again
Im done with everything That had to do with you Don't worry your pictures are already burned Im done with new friends Don't sell yourself short Youll lose it in the end