I must've tried to write this song a hundred fucking times

But every time pen goes to paper it just never comes out right

And so I write and try to fight these memories that stay inside

But only one will spring to mind, always the night I heard you die

So please tell me it's a lie

I think the cruellest thing about this is I can't forget your voice

But I can't hear it anymore, it's like I never had a choice

My mind is clutching at your words

Just like a child with their toys

I'm sick of singing to the yo-yo blues

Up and down, they swing back to you

I'm sick and tired of the yo-yo blues

I can't seem to find the words to sum up rehearse in this controversy

It's not the same to me,

My goddamn soul caught leprosy

So let me be perpetually a bitter wretch in jeopardy

His death changed me but you're the same

So why do you cry when you speak his name?

Don't tell me what he meant to you

I found the church and I buried him too

I played those chords and where were you?

You told me it was too hard to do

I was his son,

His flesh and blood

And now what's left is broken bow strings in the dust

I've had enough

I'm sick and tired of the yo-yo blues

Up and down, they swing back to you

I'm sick and tired of these yo-yo blues

Over to you