I always fear that I'm not living rightSo I feel guilty when I go to churchThe pastor tells me I've been saved, I'm fineThen please explain to me why my chest still hurtsI spent four thousand on the Mark McFly'sYet I'm still petrified of going brokeThere's someone gorgeous in my bed tonightYet I'm still petrified that I'll die aloneI'm just so sick of beingI'm just so sick of beingI'm just so sick of beingI'm just so sick of beingMy mother calls, I have no time to talkBut I can find the time to drink and smokeTook fifteen hits till I can barely walkI threw up on the lawn, I can't find my phoneI got no nuts to tell the one I loveThat she's the reason that I wrote this songThat some coward * I know gets usBut Lauren call me when you hear this onI'm just so sick of beingI'm just so sick of beingYeahYeahI'm just so sick of beingI'm just so sick of beingSee I got GPS on my phoneAnd I can follow it to get homeIf my location's never unknownThen tell me why I still feel the sameIf my location's never unknownSee I got GPS on my phoneAnd I can follow it to get homeIf my location's never unknownThen tell me why I still feel lostTell me why I still feel lostI'm just so sick of beingI'm just so sick of beingTell me why I still feel lostTell me why I still feelHuman, human, human, human