sometimes i get so tired

I don’t know anger, what’s that all about

I’ve got a hundred ways to block it out

I’m getting pretty good

I would teach you if I could

I’m riding back of the rules in the hurricane

And I'm a good kid driving in the slower lane

I’ll take it as it is

That’s just how it is

But from time to time

I'll fail to catch your ball

Baby I'm tired of it all

I’m tired of it all, tired of it all

From time to time

I wanna lie on the floor

And pretend that it’s the end

At least until I'm 24

All the Christmas lights, they turn me off

By the harbourfront in the parking lot

I can’t find the place

To swallow up my fate

Take me to New York City, 42nd Street

Take me up on my offer to make-believe

Time is running out

I lost the way to block it out

From time to time

I'll fail to catch your ball

Baby I'm tired of it all

I’m tired of it all

From time to time

I wanna lie on the floor

And pretend that it’s the end

At least until I'm 34