Getting Sick Lyrics

If all that I've learned is all I know

I don't really think I'm ever getting sober

You told me to take a Tylenol

But there's still nails in the back of my head

Wanna be a dumb popstar

And hit on your mom like Iggy and the Stooges

Play a show for your brother

And they'd all say "Holy shit, we love her"

More and more, been thinking about leaving you

And more and more, been learning how to write the blues

Wanna leave this nowhere town

And get on a jetplane pointed at Atlanta

Maybe bang a supermodel

And make some kids that believe in Santa

More and more, been thinking about getting away

And more and more, been thinking about how to say that

Goddamn, it's getting cold

Goddamn, I'm getting old

Learning how to tie my shoes

How to not to cry and read the news

Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you

One, two, three four

Wanna write a real good song

About falling in love or going to college

But I'd fucking key every car at UCLA

If given the option

You work as a waitress

And I work as a waitress

And maybe this time next year

You'll be working as a waitress somewhere else

AHHHHH

Goddamn, I'm getting cold

Goddamn, I'm getting old

Learning how to tie my shoes

How not to cry and read the news

Goddamn, getting pretty sick of you

Getting pretty sick of you

I'm getting pretty sick of you