I'm sick of this record already Let's wreck all the preconceived notions they bring to it Check all the baggage or better yet burn it And start all over again
Let's start with your life as you know it Way back in our mothers' wombs folded like notebooks We had no idea of all the tote bags and meat hooks Waiting out in the world
One September in Boston I lost the will to live I was just like an astronaut cut from the ship And floating and waiting to die I was sick of my ordinary life I was so sick of ordinary life I was sick of this ordinary life
The human mind gets sick real easy The human mind gets way fucking sick of beauty And I know, and it's happened to me Again and again And again and again
You've gotta make it new You've gotta keep it new to keep it true And you're allowed to do anything you've gotta do Just 'cause you're sick of your ordinary life Doesn't mean you should bottle up and die Lose your way completely but stay alive
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