One, two, one, two, three, woo!
I feel like an open sore
I feel like I'm hitting my head against the wall
And I'm tired
I feel like a crisis of optimism
I feel like a parody of myself
And I'm tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
Tired of being tired
And I feel pain quotidian
Over and over and over again
I feel like a princess in a tower
Counting down the minutes and the seconds and hours
I feel like some art school hack
Pissing on about this and that
And I feel like my heart is for hire
And I'm tired of being tired
Hey
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
I feel like an open house
In a neighborhood that burned down
I feel like the bone that breaks
Grows back stronger in that place
I feel like an aneurysm
Bursting in the television
I feel the ghosts of my friends
In New Paltz diners in my head
I feel like the finest china
High up on the tightrope wire
I feel like a freedom fighter
Choking on a pacifier
I feel like my mom and dad
I feel like I might be out of chances and
I feel sick these days
I feel so scared that
Things may never change
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Tired of being tired (hey)
Like Alan Turing
When the needle went in
As he thought on the
Small-minded cruelty of man
Like David Wojnarowicz
Sewing his mouth
Scared to open it up
And let the cancer out
Like Fred Herko
With a Grand Jete
So sick of this shit
He tried to fly away
Like Charles Ludlam
As he died of AIDS
As he thought of a script
To a brand new play
Like Ophelia
In the willow tree
When the branch broke
And so did she
Like Hedda Gabler
In the other room
With her friends at the party
Going boom
Like Iphigenia
In her wedding dress
As a horrible chorus
Put a knife to her neck
Like Blanche Dubois
In her finest feathers
'Cause her nerves are shot
And she'll never feel better
Like a forest fire
Like a crisis actor
Like a 3D movie
Like running forever
Like a cocaine nose job
Like a bull in the heather
Like crying in baseball
Like endless winter
Like glorious summer
Like Ro Cham Beau
The feeling you feel
When you're feeling alone
Like a new forgiveness
Brand new way
I'm trapped on a laugh track
Things will never change
Never change
'Cause I'm tired of being tired
Never change
Things will never change
I'm tired of being tired
Hey
