Tekstovi: Nick Bognar. I'm In Love And I Hate It. Tired.

You build the buildings for me to jump off of- I promise to scale all the heights.
You spend your days at work earning us money. I'll find ways to waste it at night.
We can rot here and grow mushrooms; There's nothing better to do!
'Cause you have grown out of me, and I am tired of you.
You drove our car in the ocean in Venice with all our hope locked in the trunk.
Stayed up on uppers for three days in Silverlake and punished it with a mean drunk.
We can cook meth up until we explode; That would be Hollywood Cool!
'Cause you have grown out of me, and I am tired of you.
So tired of jabbing when I think you're not looking and tired of taking these shots to the gut.
Tired of tripping on something and not knowing what!
Well, thanks for the sun and the sand and the cancer.
Thanks for the gloom in the skies.
Thanks for the stars that I served all those drinks to, and thanks for the stars in your eyes.
We do our rocking and rolling in chairs, tan in a bright sunny tomb.
'Cause you have grown out of me, and I am tired of you

(Thanks to Nick for these lyrics)