|
How did I get so damn tired
|
Wasn't long ago
|
I despised people whose lives
|
Had ground to a halt
|
I don't even remember
|
Sounds of how I speak
|
And the effort to love the things I love
|
Now affront me
|
|
I couldn't imagine lacking such passion
|
Feeling that old
|
I couldn't imagine lacking such passion
|
Feeling that cold
|
I couldn't imagine it would come crashing
|
|
I taught me conscience an art
|
It was called fatigue
|
I lost all my fire and the fight
|
Forgot integrity
|
I hate to talk about nothin'
|
Or having to decide
|
Those life affirming conversations
|
My get out clause is lies
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
That Tired
|
| Joyrider |
