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too tired to make up, too tired to fight
You know I barely slept last night
and I'll hardly sleep tomorrow
today is covered in a film
of tired dusty sorrow
all these aches and pains inside my bones
and my head-splitting furrow
and the film across my unbrushed teeth
all hums a tune of I want this to be over
but I'm
too tired
too tired to try
too tired of trying
too tired to sleep
too tired of being awake while I'm dying
and can't I get just a little rest
to burrow inside what's hollow
my mind's talking a million miles
and my own judgment expects me to follow
the idea of freshness
is too far to be found
to entertain such notions
put more thorns in my crown
and I'm
too tired
too tired now
to be alive
too tired to sleep
too tired of trying
too tired to be awake while I die
I don't have a last nerve
I've never found the first
I'd scream if I had a voice
but it's crusted by a hearse
going through the motions
everything is worse
I could tell you that I'm bleeding out
but you want to call it birth
and I'm
tired
too tired
to be alive
too tired to finish a sentence while I'm alive
