Getting Tired - Braids

Getting tired, of the, I wish I could just be with you

It breaks my heart

How alone am I?

I’m sitting alone in this room

The room and I

Baby I could laugh, a little at my long and pouted mouth

A waited grin,

It is winter now, I must prepare for all I cannot bare

Myself and I

Ha ha ha,

Laugh a little

Ha ha ha

You’re so brittle

Ha ha ha, laugh a little

Ha ha ha,

You’re so brittle

In the car at home

My hands like little clams, moist and cold

That grey window

So a piece of mind

I’m driving across the lawless foes

Soon I want to want hold

Finding sadness, I’m the one to joust at the truth

I’m swearing things,

Tears are singing now

Along into dark corners of my mouth

Feel I have dreamt

Ha ha ha,

Laugh a little

Ha ha ha

You’re so brittle

Ha ha ha,

Laugh a little

Ha ha ha

You’re so brittle