We the lonesome
The painted few
Writing songs about the ones we lose
Are we outspoken
the words we choose
I think I’m tired of singing the blues

it’s an open country
which road to take
let’s see how far we get before it breaks breaks
A homemade cd
An old mixtape
so sing discretely or the kids will wake

Cause I’m tired of you thinking that I’m not okay
But if I was doing better you would know
Instead of facing up to it, I guess we’re running away
I could do things different, you won’t go. 

A cheap hotel room
off the motorway
Its just a short lay down, a place to stay
I’m sick of staring
at an empty space
When I wake, I want to see your face.

Cause I’m tired of you thinking that I’m not okay
But if I was doing better you would know
Instead of facing up to it, I guess I’m running away
I could do things different, you won’t go.