I’m tired and I’ve felt it for a while nowIn this sea of lonely The taste of ink is getting old It’s four o’ clock in the fucking morningEach day gets more and more like the last dayStill I can see it comingWhile I’m standing in the river drowning This could be my chance to break outThis could be my chance to say goodbye At last it’s finally overCouldn’t take this town much longerBeing half dead wasn’t what I planned to beNow I’m ready to be free

I’m tired and I’ve felt it for a while now
In this sea of lonely 
The taste of ink is getting old 
It’s four o’ clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I’m standing in the river drowning 
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye 
At last it’s finally over
Couldn’t take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn’t what I planned to be
Now I’m ready to be free