I don't know what to sing
So I'll make it up as I go
I no longer have
Feelings of my own
I'm too tired
To think
Of anything
At all
And you're too sad
To think
Of anything
To be worthwhile
Breaking my broken heart
The one thing I love worse
Than post-mortem art
This is what it is worth
I'm too tired
To think
Of anything
At all
And you're too sad
To think
Of anything
To be at all
Anything at all
To see, yeah
Have to have time to grow
I've been alone, so I know
I no longer have to make it up
As I go
