Lyrics

[Verse 1] When I cheated on Sara I couldn't bring myself to speak I couldn't sleep I couldn't conentrate I was weak I was strangled by guilt My heart in a glass bowl Stone in my throat I acted like an asshole Sick to my stomach Knowing I should burn in bed Mad at myself I took it out on her instead Pushing it down Being nice just felt phony Afraid of the phone ringing Not alone but feeling lonely Digging a hole Now that I got a taste I couldn't get rid of it I'm an idiot, what a waste Paranoid and dissapointed Living a nightmare My every oppurtunity to wash my hands was right there When I cheated on Sara There wasn't a star in the sky It was covered in clouds And It started to cry I was cold and I deserved to be Hardened and worthless Windows painted shut Rebel without a purpose Clowns smoking ciggarretes I think I thought I heard her name Killing time with my bare hands Waiting for the hurricane [Chorus] I'm tired out, pave the way, too low on gas to save the day Slaves and outlaws, king and pharoes, no tomorrow, slings and arrows. I'm tired out I'm tired out, make the bed, scream loud enough to wake the dead Light a match, break the bread, all I can do is shake my head; I'm tired out [Verse 2] When Sara found out I cheated on her Everything went to peaces Hatches were dug up My desperate words were meant for jesus I wanted to die The future wasn't awfully stable Photographs burned while I stared at the coffee table The little dog laughed Shit hit the cealing fan Words like broken glass; this is what I really am Eye of the storm We passed damage back and forth Cruel of her to be so kind She said I made a fool of her I ruled the sand castle Skeleton feeling worn People were dying now and babies were beign born Caught in the headlights The rest of the day coming I pulled at my sleeve while she begged me to say something [Chorus] I'm tired out, pave the way, too low on gas to save the day Slaves and outlaws, kings and pharoes, no tomorrow, slings and arrows. I'm tired out I'm tired out, make the bed, scream loud enough to wake the dead Light a match, break the bread, all I can do is shake my head; I'm tired out