Song Length |
4:35 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Driving slowly on a road away from you
thinking mostly of the things I'm over that you do
We've been hanging around for quited some time now
So why you feel like giving me your lectures of hypocracy
you chain me up and criticize for sport I've come to realize
why why oh why
I'm sorry baby don't mean to be rude, but sometimes I get sick of you I do.
Well life is too short to live this way and pardon me if I may say, don't whip me with your tongue. Every little thing you say to me, it shows me that you're unhappy with what you've lived and learned.
Your hard lines and one-way streets keep pounding in my head.
I'm sorry baby don't mean to be rude, but sometimes I get sick of you I do
By the morn it's gonna be alright it's best if just sleep on it tonight.