Well I'm trying to be patient But the wheels keep turning round But it's a treadmill and I 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 a morning of a day without ending A year of decadence to escape from penance But I've suffered. 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 it'll heal with time What happens when you love what you've lost? You didn't have to cut it off But I did, and I do, and it took everything that I have 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 and the mind games, the deception The late nights under the covers pointing the finger at whoever started whatever we were fighting about I guess that I'm fine now everything's better everything's cooled down it's all copesetic 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'm so sick of it No, I'm sick of it no, no, no, no, no I'm sick of it now I'm just sick of it now no, no, I am so sick of it no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no But he's sick of it no, no, no,no