Off The Beaten Path

Well, I'm trying to be patient

Yeah, the wheels keep turning around

But it's a treadmill and I'm just dragging my feet

I'm so tired of everything, defeated by routine

By words that don't mean anything to me

At least not anymore

Now that I'm done with the morning

Of a day without ending

A year of decadence to escape from penance

But I suffered, and I'm over it

Yeah, I'm fine now, but I'm sick of it

I was happy being miserable

I used to lay down my head on the bar

And raise one lonely finger for a drink



It doesn't have to be so difficult

Just keep coasting by

So you lost a limb

Well hell, these wounds will heal with time

(But what happens when you loved what you lost?)

You didn't have to cut it off

But I did and I do and it took everything I had

I wonder if I could ever get it back to how it was

When I still thought of love as a risk I could take

If I was willing to make the commitment to rejection

The mind games, the deception

The late nights under the covers

Pointing the finger at whoever started

Whatever we were fighting about



I guess that I'm fine now

Yeah, everything's better

Everything's cooled down

It's all copasetic

We'll move on, off to a better world

To a fresh start where anything's possible

But I'm sick of it

Yeah, I'm sick of it

I am so sick of it

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