Sick of You

I'm so sick of you, so sick of me

I don't want to be with you

I'm so sick of you, so sick of me

I don't want to be with you

I want to fly away

I want to fly away, yeah

I'm so sick of work, so sick of play

I don't need another day

I'm so sick of work, so sick of play

I don't need another day

I need a hideaway

I need a hideaway, yeah

Oh

Hey, hey, hey

Oh

Every shiny toy that at first brings you joy

Will always start to cloy and annoy

Every camera, every phone, all the music that you own

Won't change the fact you're all alone (All alone)

Every piece of land, every city that you plan

Will crumble into tiny grains of sand

Everything you find that at first seems to shine

Always turns into the same old grind (Same old grind)

I want to fly away

I want to fly away

I'm so sick of you, so sick of me

I don't want to be with you

I'm so sick of you, so sick of me

I don't want to be with you

Every little dance, every Internet romance

All alone (All alone)

All alone

I'm so sick of you, so sick of me

I don't want to be with you