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