Off The Beaten Path

well, i'm trying to be patient

yeah, the wheels keep turnin' 'round

but it's a treadmill and i'm just

dragging my feet. i'm so tired

of everything-defeated by routine-

by words that don't mean anything to me

at least not anymore, now that

i'm done with the mourning of a

day without ending. a year of

decadance to escape from penance

but i suffered and i'm over it

yeah i'm fine now, but i'm sick of it

i was happy being miserable

i used to lay down my head at the bar

and raise one lonely finger for a drink



it doesn't have to be so difficult

just keep coasting by. so you lost a limb

well hell, those wounds will heal with time

(but what happens when you loved what you lost?)

you didn't have to cut it off

but you did and i do and it took

everything i had. i wonder if i could

ever get it back to how it was,

when i still thought of love as a

risk i could take-if i was willing

to make the commitment to rejection

the mind games, the deception

the late nights under the covers

pointing the finger at who ever started

whatever we were fighting about



i guess that i'm fine now

yeah, everything's better

everything's cooled down-it's all copasetic

we'll move on, off to a better world

to a fresh start where everything's possible...

but i'm sick of it

yeah, i'm sick of it

no-i'm sick of it

i am

so sick

of it

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