I had a plan of a simple return And I have an urge to always keep us burning But my ego, she's gotten awfully vile And I can't spread her, in us, but hell I tried I fill huge sacks of sour recollections Of what we lack, and none too small to mention So you're tired of my awful mind You are tired of me and forgot all of our times I am all too lazy for myself But I get bored by it too And whine us out of breath So you are tired of my blue composition You've gotten tired of my cheap disposition I have measured myself by your book And I have pledgеd to tick in time to your watch So I am tired of your God-like position I'vе gotten tired of your cheap disposition When your love is frankly, just too mean And how you read me, you do in infantile means You write in young tales, like a twelve-year-old And you are always like talking to a wall So I am tired of your cheats and cries I am tired of the cheap disposition of our minds But If I fall for you over again But If I Fall back to you Cleanse my love All away from you Away from you