Ben Willms - Sick & Tired

I'm sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
Somebody call the fire
The paramedics, too
Trying to see the bigger picture
Wondering why the world is flipped
And why I'm sitting in a ditch
And got a different point of view
I'm in a quagmire
Flat tire
Every situation's dire
Live wire
Flames high
Did someone drop my mixtape?
Everyone is famous
Walking waxworks out of Vegas
And I'm trying to make the A-list
But I think it's all a mistake
Year ago I said I'd write an album
'Cause at the time I thought
I had so much to tell them
Knew all along I'd never
Have the chance to sell them
And now that's keeping me
From finishing the race
I'm sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
I feel like a liar
I owe myself the truth
I wanted to be honest
But that idea's gone, it
Gets darker than an onyx
Once I get stuck in a mood
And I'm idea-less
A realist
No longer an idealist
Someone has to feel this way
Every now and then
I'm playing characters
Painting portraits
Living off of Tim Hortons
Hoping still for more and more
The daily life of Ben
I got proprietary anxiety
Two decades of sobriety
While passing up the piety
I think I used to have
I want stability, my fill of freedom
Happiness, agility
If I had that ability
I know that I'd be laughing
Sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
I'm hella uninspired
I gotta take a rest
And then I'll keep on fightin'
Continue with my writin'
And face the stuff that's frightenin'
And try and do my best
I said I'm sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
I'm sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
So freaking tired
Of being sick and tired
Sick and tired
Of being sick and tired

Written by:
Ben Willms

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