Most days it feels, as though time is like Houdini
It always seems to manage to escape me
24 hours in a day is just not enough for me
I'm so terribly busy, doing god knows what
And when adults ask how you're doing
You're supposed to tell them you're fine
But i am running out of money i'm oh so terrified about my future
Can I crash on your couch?
Well I'm so sick and tired of
Being sick and tired
Drag my body out of bed
Just to climb back in again
Well I'm so sick and tired of
Being sick and tired
Gotta make it through the week
When all I wanna do is sleep
Do you ever wonder what makes people keep on talking
Do they like to hear their voice
Or maybe want to fill the silence
I hate the noise I hate the chatter just shut up
What is the matter with being quiet sometimes
Sometimes I question
Why my bones don't shake and rattle
Why my head feels like Seattle, like it's raining all the time
I never manage to stay dry
Pouring day and night