Worse for the Wear

All my life I've been waiting
It get's older, it's over me
I'd speak but it fails me
So the dike in the damn stops the leak
Maybe it's me and I'm venting

I find your speech otivating, watching life pass you by on the screen
Just flicker and fading with a plot like you wouldn't believe
Maybe I don't know the ending
Someone ruined my daydream
Aren't you spoiled enough as it is?

Whatever you're saying won't bring anyone closer to this
I know you're sick
I wish you were healing, but you're worse for the wear
We keep tearing the seams we repaired
If we all had the call to fair then we wouldn't be standing here