I wake up, and start the day
Look in the mirror, yeah fine OK
I'm tired of getting through
Listening to Whitney as I born he train
What's it all for? Everyday's the same.
I'm tired of getting through
And I can't be the only one
I was on time to stare at a screen
Pencil pushing monotony
I'm tired of getting through
Procrastinating, pens put in a line
Daydreaming of new alibis
I'm tired of getting through
The keys stuck in the front door
Had to wait an hour, it didn't rain, it poured.
I'm tired of getting through
And I can't be the only one
TV dinners, still don't want to eat
Sex in the city? Id be so lucky
I'm tired of getting through
Its night time so I take off my clothes
Look in the mirror, is that why Im alone?
I'm tired of getting through
And I can't be the only one
I can't be the only one
Tired of getting though.