I can’t stand the way you’re always looking at me,
Sick and tired of thinking what will come to be,
Shaking the flaky dreams from my hair
I’m just sick and tired oh well who cares.

It isn’t a shame how it all ended,
Burnt up and feeling fine,
Can’t wait to find,
That feeling again,
That I’ve found the right one.

So many kinds I just want to taste them all,
Deep down inside I know you’re out there,
I’m sick and tired of sitting alone with the old one,
It’s time for something new.