Said all these people they won`t leave me alone
And we need, a little time to ourselves
And half the reasons why
I`m sketchin` all the time
The result of a life in this hell
But oh well, I think it`s time
My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree
The pockets both take it away
The sun warms my body as I`m
Sittin` on a swing watching
Columbus clouds bring in the rain
Oh well I think it`s time
Its time to go
My mind is playing tricks on me all the time
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build
Up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still
Mean you can feel, that it`s time to go..
Are you fed up, Are you fed up with me?
Do you think you could do better?
Do you think that I know better?
Do they think that they know better?
Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king
Blood red sunshine, and a breath to air that`s clean
I drink from the faucet
From the porch I take a pee
I look at you through the bushes
Where you can`t see me
I laugh and slip into another state of mind
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still
Means you can feel, that it`s time to go