The grass is shivering
Beneath my feeet
And I am sure
That I'll need
The jumper in my arms
We're standing on the edge
Of another great idea
When suddenly I fall
And you're no longer here
I'm going down so fast I can't see
The truth is I'm spiralling quick
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick of being sick
And I am tired of trying to explain,
The ins and outs of my brain,
I'm tired of being misunderstood
And yes of course I know
We aren't good
The mountains watch us stand
Transfixed by far off stars
Before I can get close
You move to take my arm
And just like that the ground caves and I'm falling once again
The truth is I'm spiralling quick
I'm so sick, so sick, so sick of being sick
