Worn Out

Yeah I'm tired of staying home
Tired of growing mould
I'm tired of laying in bed
And staring at my phone
Tired of eating all the same shit I own
Want to go outside, but I won't go alone
I can't go alone

Now the world has gone whack
We under attack
Rather be tripping with the band
Hoping that these days will soon fade away
Hoping that my lover would never become estranged

Yeah

Now I'm tired of being the one
Staring at the sun
Through the windowpane lying upside down
Much rather be the one
Fishing with a gun
Hoping that my bullet won't drop
Now when it does
Ooh when it does
I think we're about to blow

As we lift with our backs
But bend from the knees
You know that it changes the way that we perceive
The world
Around you and me
It will never be the same

Yeah

Now I'm tired of being the one
Staring at the sun
Through the windowpane lying upside down
Much rather be the one
Fishing with a gun
Hoping that my bullet won't drop
Now when it does
Ooh when it does
Oh say it isn't so

Oh I'm tired
So tired
Of staring right into the fire
Won't you let me stay a while
I'll promise that you'll leave with a smile
Oh don't play me the same way
A fiddle is bound to be played
Don't you try to
Break me down
Won't you be the one that I'll always have around

Yeah

Now I'm tired of being the one
Staring at the sun
Through the windowpane lying upside down
Much rather be the one
Fishing with a gun
Hoping that my bullet won't drop
Now when it does
Ooh when it does
Oh say it isn't so