Knowing I'm not just a flake

But well-versed in currencies of waiting

It's sweet and sour at the same time

To put you down and ease my mind

I'm growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Knowing I'm not just a flake

And drifting more as of late

It's brittle and strong at the same time

To hold someone so loose and draw this line

I'm growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Na na na na na na na

Na na

Na na na na na na na

Na na

Na na na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na

Growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go

Growing sick of what I know

And the ways I'd rather go