Paroles de Sick To Move

Finger on my pulse I've got my finger in the socket Why build a cradle If you don't plan to rock it? I've got my things together all in one place I've got my stuff out of your way I've got myself out of your face Well i thought that You said that We were gonna So come on Now i'm to sick to Sick to move Sick of no direction I'm sick of my reflection There's a field outside my house i think i'll crawl there for protection At this point when i plan you know i Plan on going wrong it's just i Never thought i'd plot the course of failure for this long Well i thought that You said that We were gonna So come on Now i'm to sick to Sick to move