Cake - Sick of You

I'm so sick of you
I'm so sick of me
I don't want to be with you

I'm so sick of you
I'm so sick of me
I don't want to be with you

I want to fly away
I want to fly away

I'm so sick of work
I'm so sick of play
I don't need another day

I'm so sick of work
I'm so sick of play
I don't need another day

I need a hideaway
I need a hideaway

every shiny toy that it bursts in good joy
will always start to coy and annoy

every camera, every phone, all the music that you own
won't change the fact you're all alone

every piece of land, every city that you plan
will crumble into tiny grains of sand

everything you buy that at first seems to shine
always turns into the same old grind