I must be tired of life
I must be tired of somethingRound here
I’m running out of gas
Round here
Life has kicked my assRound here, I’m running on fumes
And I have got nothing left
Round here
I’m feeling so bereftRound here
She’s always on my mind
Round here
I think of her all the time
Round here there is no option
Cause I met her far too late
Round here
We can’t go on a date
– Not Counting Crows