Tired, so tired
Counting forlorn tires
Tired, so tired
Of what?
Life and loving
So take me
Forsake me
On the beak of my spine
There is no greater quarrel
Than this love of mine
I'm not happy
I'm not sad
Just glad to be walking
On plastic bags
Glad I'm still breathing
But struggling anyway

Erase this day, erase this day