[Chorus: Titanic Sinclair]
Why am I so tired today?
I don't have a reason to feel this way today
I'm so sore
I wish I had a reason
To sell my things and close the door
The door, the door

[Post-Chorus: Mars Argo]
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Bridge: Connie]
The ultimate hypochondriac
You are the only person in the world that you think about
And it is starting to get the best of you
Am I running away from the problem
Or towards the result?
I never understood running in place
But maybe that is the answer
Maybe it's been in front of me all this time
And I just couldn't see it under my selfish chin
Maybe I am living in a simulation
Maybe, yes, that must be it
Maybe I am simple and finite nothing
[Outro: Connie]
I'm feeling so tired today in my human body
I think I'll put myself to sleep