Sick To Move

Finger on my pulse

I've got my finger in the socket

Why build a cradle

If you don't plan to rock it?

I've got my things together all in one place

I've got my stuff out of your way

I've got myself out of your face

Well I thought that

You said that

We were gonna

So come on

Now I'm to sick to

Sick to move

Sick of no direction

I'm sick of my reflection

There's a field outside my house I think I'll crawl there for protection

At this point when I plan you know I

Plan on going wrong it's just I

Never thought I'd plot the course of failure for this long

Well I thought that

You said that

We were gonna

So come on

Now I'm to sick to

Sick to move