Tired

I'm tired
I'm tired of means without an end
I'm tired of love used as revenge
I'm tired of people making lists of sins
I'm tired of sterilizing the needle
Just before they stick it in
I'm tired of throwing good money after bad
Tired of hearing people tell me I can't say that
When I've gotten an answer right on the Rorschach
I'm tired of being stared at
I'm tired of saying it's not fair that
We're a generation raised to live on the bottom
I'm tired of the smell of autumn
I'm tired of people asking what's my problem
Just look around: We've all got 'em
I'm tired of being broke in the land of the free
I'm tired of feeling there's no you and me
I'm tired of you holding someone else in front of me
I'm tired of using up so many trees
I'll bet you're tired of hearing me
I'm tired of being bored with life
I'm tired of cleaning the blood off your knife
I'm tired of every girl being just my type
I'm tired of alarm clock surprises
I'm tired of knowing the sun always rises
I'm tired of living in a constant state of crisis
I'm tired of politicians trying to divide us
I'm tired of letting cash blind us
But mostly I'm tired of being the poet
Tossing out a notebook as far as I can throw it
And when I've laid my soul bare
I'm tired of you all saying "Yeah, I know it."