Builds up again
Pressure mounting behind your temples
Pushing in and pushing out
Throwing things around
Assembling reasons to be upset
In one neat pile
Staying in bed
Easier than trying to face the day
Eyes tightly shut from a world you've decided is awful and nothing can change that
Oh your weary head
Oh you're so mean
To yourself when you're grumbling
Fumbling for anger
I've seen you here before
Dragging your feet around
Head drooping slowly down
Face that could melt the shore
So it's bad again, isn't it
Sad again, that's just it
How do you find time?
To be so delicately poised on the verge of collapse
Oh your weary head
Oh you're so mean
Now it's round again, out again, up and then down again
Round again, out again, up and then down again
Round again, out again, up and then down again
Round again, out again, up and then down again
Oh your weary head
Oh you're so mean