Sick of You

Have I told you what I really think?
Oh, I bet now you can see the link
Between the words that come out of your mouth
And the void you seem to care about
It needs much more than just a pretty face to open doors
But just in case you don’t know what you’ve got to do
Start with stop telling me things I told you
It’s not about your creepy eyes
It’s more what your whole world implies
But I don’t want to waste my time
On someone with a lack of spine
So many things you’ll never get
Not even if your mind resets
Just have another cigarette and go away now
I won’t go with you, ‘cause you always lie to me
No, not further, ‘caus you always whine to me
I’m way too tired and I’m sick of verything you do
I’m sick of what you do, I’m sick of you
I know it has occurred to you…
You stand in someone else’s view
While fighting with that selfie stick
You look so dumb, it makes me sick