Sick of It

When the hole in your chest seems to tear With the rip in your dress you didn’t know was there And the hole in your bank account’s too big To be filled with anything When your smile pulls away like a bullet train And you run for the doors but they close in your face And nothing feels okay [Chorus] Take off your glasses, raise your fists And tell the world you’re sick of it You know exactly what they are And you don’t have to feel like this anymore When the kitchen sink seems upset You make it carry more than it can And the clothes on the floor are begging you To get up, get dressed, leave this room When the empties that line the floor by the couch Are like purple hearts and you can’t figure out What you were sad about [Chorus] Take off your glasses, raise your fists And tell the world you’re sick of it You know exactly what they are And you don’t have to feel like this anymore And you can try to run away Look for answers in everything Wish on an eyelash or full moon And wonder who will answer you When the hole in your chest seems to tear With the rip in your dress you didn’t know You didn’t know [Chorus] Take off your glasses, raise your fists And tell the world you’re sick of it You know exactly what they are And you don’t have to feel like this anymore And you don’t have to feel like this anymore When the hole in your chest feels too big To be filled with anything