Sick

I'll be sick of this song before anybody's heard it

And I'll empty my soul somewhere else

I'll wish I were home when the party's getting boring

Then I'll end up bored and lonely by myself

But even when we're older

And our hands are getting colder

And we've done all of the things we ever thought we'd wanna do

After all the things I'll see

And everything I'll ever be

I don't think I'll ever get too sick of you