Sick to Move

Finger on my pulse
I've got my finger in the socket
Why build a cradle
If you don't plan to rock it?
I've got my things together all in one place
I've got my stuff out of your way
I've got myself out of your face

Well, I thought that—
But you said that—
And we were gonna—
So come on

Now I'm too sick to
Sick to move

Sick of no direction
I'm sick of my reflection
There's a field outside my house, I think I'll crawl there for protection
At this point when I plan, you know I
Plan on going wrong, it's just I
Never thought I'd plot the course of failure for this long

Well, I thought that—
But you said that—
But we were gonna—
So come on

Now I'm too sick to
Sick to move

Well, I thought that—
But you said that—
But we were gonna—
So come on

Now I'm too sick to
Sick to move