And it's not that I'm tired
I'm just getting a little sick of this place
And the cracks in the ceilings and the holes in the walls
I'll break through sometime.
I'm not gonna lie around on a bench in some park in the middle of winter
I'll just go to that café in Chicago everyone's been talking about
I've been debating getting better, whether or not I want to do it
Or how I'll get there
But I'll drive up there and
Do my best to stay happy there.
