(Part one)
Your paintbrushes are frayed
Your bed will be unmade for days
But you are too tired to clean them up
The holy unwired will tell you to fill someone else's cup
(Part two)
You are too tired for this (you are tired)
And you begin to wonder if you'd really be missed (you are tired)
Yeah, you are too tired for this
And you begin to wonder (you are)
If you'd really be missed
(Part three)
On the pavement, you walk alone
Th bus dropped you off And you're finally home
But you drift to your room and you sleep for years
Your bed won't make you cry and your dreams have no fears
You are too tired for this (you are tired)
And you begin to wonder if you'd really be missed (you are tired)
You are exhausted and you can't find your will (you are tired)
Just let it all happen (you are)
And remain in standstill