When I look at the word tired
I see the word tire
And it all makes sense

When we say we feel tired it’s bad
But car tires never stop
When they get flat or “tired”
They don’t stop no matter how low it gets

And maybe that’s why I still identify as tired
I am a tire

When life keeps pulling me forward
No matter how weak I get
I keep turning
Keep going

And it all makes sense