Weary

Builds up again Pressure mounting behind your temples Pushing in and pushing out Throwing things around Assembling reasons to be upset In one neat pile Staying in bed Easier than trying to face the day Eyes tightly shut from a world you've decided is awful and nothing can change that Oh your weary head Oh you're so mean To yourself when you're grumbling Fumbling for anger I've seen you here before Dragging your feet around Head drooping slowly down Face that could melt the shore So it's bad again, isn't it Sad again, that's just it How do you find time? To be so delicately poised on the verge of collapse Oh your weary head Oh you're so mean Now it's round again, out again, up and then down again Round again, out again, up and then down again Round again, out again, up and then down again Round again, out again, up and then down again Oh your weary head Oh you're so mean