Don't pretend that you don't know me
Or if you mean to offend me
That you're doing pretty well
How convincingly you've shown me
The love I thought was built to last
Things can only get better
What's around the corner, who can tell?
I'll build a little place just
I'm kinda tired of living
Don't assume you can ignore me
You'd best hedge your bet
s in case I break it after all
That all my aspirations were
Things can only get better
What's around the who can tell I'll build
a little place just north of heaven
I'm kind of tired of living south of now
As if I give a fuck, unless I think they suck
I'm too preoccupied with my
memories of non -entities
Things can only get better
I'll build a little place just
I'm kind of tired of living
I'm kind of tired of living
I'm kind of tired of living