This morning stumbled out of bed worse than when I got in
Hands were shaking, eyes were shot, world starting to spin
I know I'm not easy, I just can't behave
But I'm lonely as a politician's grave, ooh
What I'm tryna say is that I've got to go away
'Cause I don't want this ick to stick to you
Just staring at this burnout sun, waiting for the day
Is like looking down a rifle barrel pointed in your face
Let hope be my cloak that yokes me home
Until then, I'll try to find my way, ooh
What I'm tryna say is that I've got to go away
'Cause I don't want this ick to stick to you
I don't want this to stick to you
It'd make me sick to see it through
'Cause I don't want this premonition coming true
Yeah, I don't want this ick to stick to you
I don't want this to stick to you
