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i'm tired - croy and the boys lyrics

[verse 1]
well, i read about the lost generation
but it always seemed funny, ‘cause nowadays, lost is the norm
and i seen a fire in the eyes of the photos that i’ve seen
of the soldiers that fought in that civil rights war
that kind of fire just doesn’t exist anymore

[verse 2]
and in coffee shops across this great nation
seeing all our baristas that spin their milk into foam
and pretend that they’re happy to and fully expressed
in their espresso creations that you put a lid on
and drink down before you even drive all the way back home
[verse 3]
and in church rooms, young christians are still getting married
they’re just tired of always going home alone
and tired of the once*in*a*whiles when they’re drunk enough
to bring her over, but baby, let’s leave the light on

[chorus]
and i’m tired
i’m tired
of going out to be around people i don’t wanna see
i’m tired
of making it to three, but it’s always the hard way, it seems
i’m tired
of seeing everybody with a better guitar than me
i’m tired
of the heat and the hills and the streets and the bills and the scene

[verse 4]
so i take a couple smart whiskeys and pretend my fan is a breeze
blowing off a big freshwater ravine
and then i toke a doje and take some time to remember the face of
every person that i’ve ever seen
and my jeans are so dirty, i don’t wanna put ‘em on
but i put ‘em on, and step outside for the first time around three
got a short list of obstacles that i’m gonna go at
as soon as i can find my godd*mn truck keys
[chorus]
and i’m tired
i’m tired
of thinking about money before i do everything
i’m tired
of trying to make it and not making a godd*mn thing
i’m tired
of buying new strings, trying to make this cheap piece of sh*t sing
i’m tired
of the bands and the bars and the plan and the faraway dreams

[instrumental break]

[verse 5]
well, one of these bottles is for drinking and the other is for ash
and the difference should be obvious, but i’m too drunk to see
and i got a filthy bedroom, yeah, i chewed through the carpet
and the sheets are a new color and that’s where you’ll find me
with a slowly*dying laptop with none of it backed up
and if i lose it, it’d be the worst thing that could happen to me

[verse 6]
and it’s balancing roughly as i pick out guitar songs
that i’ve written, a riddle on tune on the computer screen
and placed in a million different places that i wish i were in now
with nothing but my bedroom window between
where everything is cotton and smells like marijuana
and the porch goes on forever, and there is your face, sweetly
in every picture frame, and glued to the mountains
and born of the grinding that eases through the city daily
[chorus]
and i’m tired
i’m tired
of always being somewhere but never quite where i’d like to be
i’m tired
of giving up so quickly, ‘cause i’m actually pretty lazy
i’m tired
so maybe i’ll just turn around and go in and fall back asleep
i’m tired
of the circles and friendships and gasoline disparities

[instrumental break]

[verse 7]
so when i come door*a*knocking, will you come door*a*answering
in appropriate textiles for the season that it be
and then push me back a few steps right into the hedges
and then hop in right after to catch up on a couple of things

[verse 8]
‘cause it’s nice to leave, they say, but the best part of vacay is
never in the going, but always in the returning
so to find you still couchside and floor*laying lined linens
and still sleepy*eyed and speaking in tongues meant only for me

[verse 9]
up a treacherous holler and a house made of cedar
lined almost completely by the sumac and the sycamore trees
yeah, daggers of heaven cut heavy through the sycamore trees
and if i wake up tomorrow in bed, and all this is just a dream
then i’ll find my old cutting horse and cut away until i can’t see
yeah, i’ll find my old cutting horse and cut away until i can’t breathe

[outro]
and i promise i’ll be finished, yeah
promise i’ll be finished, yeah
promise i’ll be finished, yeah
promise i’ll be finished, yeah
promise i’ll be finished, that
i promise i’ll be headlines about three

- croy and the boys lyrics

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