Sick Of You

Have I told you what I really think?

Oh I bet now you can see the link

Between the words that come out of your mouth

And the void you seem to care about

It needs much more than just a pretty face to open doors

But just in case you don’t know what you’ve got to do

Start with stop telling me things I told you

It’s not about your creepy eyes

It’s more what your whole world implies

But I don’t want to waste my time

On someone with a lack of spine

So many things you’ll never get

Not even if your mind resets

Just have another cigarette

And go away now

I won’t go with you, ‘cause you always lie to me

No, not further, ‘cause you always whine to me

I’m way too tired and I’m sick of everything you do

I’m sick of what you do, I’m sick of you

I know it has occurred to you

You stand in someone else’s view

While fighting with that selfie stick

You look so dumb, it makes me sick

Nothing has ever really changed

You’re posing in a scene, arranged

To share your image with the world

Forget about all that you’ve heard

You’re smug about your epic style

But yeah, I’ve learnt to fake a smile

That you don’t even recognise, just go away now!