Sick

I get sick of singing the same old song
I’m sick of singing the same old song
I get sick of thinking I’m right when I’m wrong
I’m sick of thinking 'cause I’m always wrong
Nothing’s what it seems to be
At least that’s how it seems to me
All I can do is play along
All I can do is sing my song
(All I can do is)
I get sick of speaking when there’s nothing to say
I’m sick of speaking 'cause there’s nothing to say
I get sick of reaching for the words to convey
I’m sick of seeing your duplicitous face
No language properly relays
The magnitude of my disdain
For your treacherous turn of phrase
And that’s really all I have to say
(All I can say is)
I ride on, barely discernible
Lines half drawn, they separate everything
I can’t stop, it’s never enough for me
I get sick from tightrope walking
Barely discernible lines
I get sick of searching for something to see
I’m always searching for something to see
I get sick of flirting with intangible things
I’m sick of hurting those in front of me
The time I’ve wasted chasing phantoms
Haunts me like an empty canvas
Hung directly over me
Perpetually out of reach
(All I can see is)
I ride on, barely discernible
Lines half drawn, they separate everything
I can’t stop, it’s never enough for me
I get sick from tightrope walking
Barely discernible lines
Barely discernible lines
Barely discernible lines
Barely discernible lines