Knowing I'm not just a flake But well-versed in currencies of waiting It's sweet and sour at the same time To put you down and ease my mind I'm growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Knowing I'm not just a flake And drifting more as of late It's brittle and strong at the same time To hold someone so loose and draw this line I'm growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Na na na na na na na Na na Na na na na na na na Na na Na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go Growing sick of what I know And the ways I'd rather go