Tired All the Time

Treaty Of Paris

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!