Sick And Tired

sick, tired and homelesswith no one here to sing fortired of being weightlessfor all these lokking good boysyou can always say my attic has its charmyou can always say did no major harmyou can always say that summer had its charmand that you did no major harmoh, spare me if you pleasesick, tired and sleeplesswith no one else to shine forsick of all my distressbut I won't show I'm still poorsymptoms are so deepsomething here's so wrongnothing is completenowhere to belongsymptoms are so deepI think I'd better stayhere on my ownso spare me if you please