Getting Tired

Getting tired, of the, I wish I could just be with you It breaks my heart How alone am I? I'm sitting alone in this room The room and I Baby I could laugh, a little at my long and pouted mouth A waited grin It is winter now, I must prepare for all I cannot bare Myself and I Ha, ha, ha Laugh a little Ha, ha, ha You're so brittle Ha, ha, ha, laugh a little Ha, ha, ha You're so brittle In the car at home My hands like little clams, moist and cold That grey window So a piece of mind I'm driving across the lawless foes Soon I want to want hold Finding sadness, I'm the one to joust at the truth I'm swearing things, Tears are singing now Along into dark corners of my mouth Feel I have dreamt Ha, ha, ha Laugh a little Ha, ha, ha You're so brittle Ha, ha, ha Laugh a little Ha, ha, ha You're so brittle --- Getting Tired - Braids