Your lack of vision runs counter to my philosophy
Your indecision is messing around with my high
Why are you taking my heart for granted?
Why are my feet still so firmly planted?
When I know that this is soon to be the end?
So I think I'm just about ready to go
This sordid picture is losing all of its clarity
The clock is ticking, but nothing's changing with time
Why am I feeling like such a has-been?
Why are you talking like Michael Madsen?
I know that this is gonna be the end
So I think I'm just about ready to go
You could be miserable all by yourself
Like you want to be
I could be happier sitting alone
Stressing just plain old me, me, me, me!
Both so independent we still complain
About truancy
We speak of treatise, but we ain't talking at all
Why do life's trouble's get so demanding?
Why are you shaking like Custer standing?
I know that this is finally the end
So I think I'm just about ready to go
This sordid picture is losing all of its clarity
Your lack of vision is messing around with my high
Tired of fighting 'bout brute semantics
Think we work better as first dynamic
Oh, I think I'm ready to go
I might be ready to go
I think I'm ready to go
I might be ready to go
I think I'm ready to go
I might be ready to go
I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready to