Sick and Tired
Well the lights shine bright on a Friday night
At a small town high school, but something ain't right
It's not what I'm used to, no it's not the same
Got this whiskey in a coke can, but it's just a game
I wish this could be over, too weak to make it so
This spirit that I'm drinking, ain't enough to save my soul
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
These devils they keep talking, these devils they're mine
Well I guess that there's no healing, for a man who left God behind
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
You drive me home, in a quiet space
And time leaves stories written on my face
The tale of a brother, a father and son
Well the past keeps on bleeding, from the deed that was done
I wish this could be over, too weak to make it so
This spirit that I'm drinking, ain't enough to save my soul
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
These devils they keep talking, these devils they're mine
Well I guess that there's no healing, for a man who left God behind
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
They say forgiveness brings you freedom
But these chains are so old
They're all rusted from the fury, I keep in my soul
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
These devils they keep talking, these devils they're mine
Well I guess that there's no healing, for a man who left God behind
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
At a small town high school, but something ain't right
It's not what I'm used to, no it's not the same
Got this whiskey in a coke can, but it's just a game
I wish this could be over, too weak to make it so
This spirit that I'm drinking, ain't enough to save my soul
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
These devils they keep talking, these devils they're mine
Well I guess that there's no healing, for a man who left God behind
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
You drive me home, in a quiet space
And time leaves stories written on my face
The tale of a brother, a father and son
Well the past keeps on bleeding, from the deed that was done
I wish this could be over, too weak to make it so
This spirit that I'm drinking, ain't enough to save my soul
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
These devils they keep talking, these devils they're mine
Well I guess that there's no healing, for a man who left God behind
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
They say forgiveness brings you freedom
But these chains are so old
They're all rusted from the fury, I keep in my soul
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
These devils they keep talking, these devils they're mine
Well I guess that there's no healing, for a man who left God behind
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
Cause I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
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Writer(s): Chase Stockman
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