Billie MartenMice

I don't understand why
most of the time
I'm living my life all wrong
I felt nothing at all
the freedom of the fall
my smile is on the backseat, the back wall watch me as I go and separate the ones that I am made to love and hate
and slowly counting down my body weight
I'm tired
I'm tired I can do things
no human can do
I can doubt myself and then I'll doubt you
that's nothing new watch me as I go and separate the ones that I am made to love and hate
and slowly counting down my body weight
I'm tired
watch me as I go and separate the ones that I am made to love and hate
and slowly counting down my body weight
I'm tired
I'm tired and the stars, they look like little mice
to me, I am my only vice
sat on a dead man's bench
the sun cools my neck
It covers my skin
the earth pulls me back
how 'bout that? watch me as I go and separate the ones that I am made to love and hate
and slowly counting down my body weight
I'm tired
watch me as I go and separate the ones that I am made to love and hate
and slowly counting down my body weight
I'm tired
I'm tired