Tired All the Time

The AM station hums its refrain
Traffic on the eight
And the weather forecast on my windshield looks and sounds a lot like rain
The FM morning shows want me to know about their favorite color shows
I’d rather listen to my windshield wiper blades
I don’t sleep much anymore now,
I’m so tired all the time.
I drag my feet through each day
When I come home,
I lie awake at night
I don’t sleep much anymore now,
I’m so tired all the time
The city’s out of parking spaces
But never out of more citations
Paper slips and brand new yellow boots (ooooh)
I walk slow past broken window glass
Dirty pigeons flying rats
I scratch my itchy face,
I haven’t shaved in days.
She tells me to cheer up,
If I don’t, she says,
I will surely worry to death.
I don’t sleep much anymore now,
I’m so tired all the time.
I drag my feet through each day
When I come home,
I lie awake at night
I don’t sleep much anymore now,
I’m so tired all the time
She tells me to cheer up,
If I don’t, she says,
I will surely worry to death
Maybe I’ll stop sleeping,
But till then, she says,
My bad days will only get me if I let them get me
She won’t let them win.
I don’t sleep much anymore now,
I’m so tired all the time.
I drag my feet through each day
When I come home,
I lie awake at night
I don’t sleep much anymore now,
I’m so tired all the time
Yeah! I’m so tired all the time!