Someone please tell me if I'm on fire
I've been lying flat on my back for hours
I don't really know what to call this process
My headache lives on while I just digress
And on my way through the city streets
I was confronted by a sign
A red circle with a red line through the center
Burned into my eyes
And when the circle knocked me over
I was shaken by a sound
A loud tearing, I could swear I saw it
Open up the clouds
I don't feel welcome here
But it's my body
What a stupid place to be
I'm tired of being tired
I can't say my words straight
They're drowned out by the sound of my name
It hurts under my eyelids
It hurts, this stupid phase
And if I stop waxing poetic
I might move on in several days
Now the day is far from ending
And I'm tired of pretending
Like I want to stay right here
For the rest of my days
I know I have fun pretending and
I don't think this will ever end and
I'm so finished with this feeling
Brush it off, it has no meaning
I wish I could go back a year
Monomania painted my Summer
I couldn't say what it was
It just felt like less of a bummer
Cutting the grass in the back yard
Almost done, come so far
The sun scorched the Earth underneath my feet
And that was all I saw
I don't feel welcome here
But it's my body
What a stupid place to be
I'm tired of being tired
I'm tired of my headache
It's pretty bad, I can't even see straight