I always fear that I'm not living right
So I feel guilty when I go to church
The pastor tells me I've been saved, I'm fine
Then please explain to me why my chest still hurts
I spent four thousand on the Mark McFly's
Yet I'm still petrified of going broke
There's someone gorgeous in my bed tonight
Yet I'm still petrified that I'll die alone
I'm just so sick of being
I'm just so sick of being
I'm just so sick of being
I'm just so sick of being
My mother calls, I have no time to talk
But I can find the time to drink and smoke
Took fifteen hits till I can barely walk
I threw up on the lawn, I can't find my phone
I got no nuts to tell the one I love
That she's the reason that I wrote this song
That some coward * I know gets us
But Lauren call me when you hear this on
I'm just so sick of being
I'm just so sick of being
Yeah
Yeah
I'm just so sick of being
I'm just so sick of being
See I got GPS on my phone
And I can follow it to get home
If my location's never unknown
Then tell me why I still feel the same

If my location's never unknown


See I got GPS on my phone
And I can follow it to get home
If my location's never unknown
Then tell me why I still feel lost
Tell me why I still feel lost
I'm just so sick of being
I'm just so sick of being
Tell me why I still feel lost
Tell me why I still feel
Human, human, human, human