Finger on my pulse
I've got my finger in the socket
Why build a cradle
If you don't plan to rock it
I've got my things together all in one place
I've got my stuff out of your way
I've got myself out of your face
And I thought that
And you said that
And we were gonna
So come on
Now I'm too sick
Too sick to move
Sick of no direction
I'm sick of my reflection
There's a field outside my house
I think I'll crawl there for protection
At this point when I plan you know
I plan on going wrong it's just
I never thought I'd plot a course of failure for this long
And I thought that
And you said that
And we were gonna
So come on
Now I'm too sick
Too sick to move
But I thought that
And you said that
And we were gonna
So come on
Now I'm too sick
Too sick to move
