It's a peculiar feeling
The feeling of giving up
One second you're trying
The next, you've had enough.
Such a peculiar feeling
Of resignation, of being done
So here's a two-week notice
I'll be gone when day fourteen comes.

It's a peculiar feeling
On the edge of the mind
When you're brain reminds the heart
It's on borrowed time.
Such a peculiar feeling
For determination to dry
And shrivel, and crumble
And fall from the eyes.

It's a peculiar feeling
In a bad kind of way
It's a peculiar feeling
And I felt it today.