Sick tired and homeless. With no one here to sing for. Tired of being weightless. For all these looking good boys. You can always say my attic has its charm. You can always say you did no major harm. You can always say that summer had its charm. And that you did no major harm. Oh spare me if you please. Sick tired and sleepless. With no one else to shine for. Sick of all my distress. But i won't show i'm still poor. Symptoms are so deep. Something here's so wrong. Nothing is complete. Nowhere to belong. Symptoms are so deep. I think i'd better stay here on my own. So spare me if you please