Sick of It

When the hole in your chest seems to tear
With the rip in your dress you didn't know was there
And the hole in your bank account's too big
to be filled with anything
When your smile pulls away like a bullet train
And you run for the doors but they close in your face
And nothing feels ok
Take off your glasses
Raise your fists
And tell the world you're sick of it
You know exactly what they are
And you don't have to feel like this anymore
When the kitchen sink seems upset you make it carry
more than it can
And the clothes on the floor are begging you
to get up, get dressed, leave this room
When the empties that line the floor by the couch
are like Purple Hearts and you can't figure out
what you were sad about
Take off your glasses
Raise your fists
And tell the world you're sick of it
You know exactly what they are
And you don't have to feel like this anymore
And you could try to run away
Look for answers in everything
Wish on an eyelash or full moon
And wonder who will answer you
When the hole in your chest seems to tear
with the rip in your dress you didn't know
you didn't know
Take off your glasses
Raise your fists
And tell the world you're sick of it
You know exactly what they are
And you don't have to feel like this anymore
And you don't have to feel like this anymore
When the hole in your chest feels too big to be filled
with anything