sick of you

i'm so sick of you

so sick of me

i don't want to be with you

i'm so sick of you

so sick of me

i don't want to be with you

i want to fly away

i want to fly away

i'm so sick of work

so sick of play

i don't need another day

i'm so sick of work

so sick of play

i don't need another day

i need to fly away

i need to fly away

every shiny toy

that at first brings you joy

will always start to cry and annoy

every camera every phone

all the music that you own

won't change the fact you're all alone

every piece of land

every city that you plan

will crumble into tiny grains of sand

every thing you find that at first gives you shine

always turns into the same old crime

i want to fly away

i want to fly away

i need to fly away

i need to fly away

(i'm so sick of you

so sick of me

i don't want to be with you)

(i'm so sick of you

so sick of me

i don't want to be with you)

every little dance

every hidden back romance

all alone