Well, hello there and welcome,
To the best days of your life, they say.
You shall never believe them,
It is all a lie, a big and mysterious lie.
You are told you should behave,
Be gentle and accept what everyone say.
But in the middle of that investment,
Where are you, is there any room left?
Chorus
I’m tired, oh so tired,
Of these useless thaughts and intentions,
They only tend to make me miserable,
When someone out there is living,
Out of all the conventions,
My desired life.
I’m tired, all of this is so tiring.
And then one day, you’re supposed to,
To magically invent,
Everything you intent,
Everything you intent,
To do, every single day of your life.
Oh no, you’re all wrong, it ain’t like that.
How can someone be pressured to choose
Between their own misery or all the judging
eyes?
Please, please, stop with all the inquiries.
Chorus
And honey, do you know?
Everyday I wake up wishing
That my life is just a fantasy glow
And all the dreams are my reality.
But then again, it all comes down,
and I still wake up alone,
I still have my obligated options,
and I have to cut the lawn.
Chorus
I want you to be my invention,
my real intentions,
I’m so tired, so tired,
of searching for you,
searching for you.
