[Intro – Spoken / Half-Sung]
(Sparse guitar riff, one measure rest between phrases)
Yeah…
I’ve been tired, for what feels like a lifetime.
Wanna take a break, but it never feels like the right time.
Staring at the ceiling, thoughts hittin’ in the night time…
Thinking that it’s high time, I show ‘em that it’s my time.
(Guitar turnaround, 4 bars — harmonica or slide solo)
[Chorus – Call and Response]
Vocal (call):
(But I’m tired…) The kind of tired that sleep won’t fix.
Guitar (response): slow lick on A7
Clock in, clock out, just to barely exist.
Vocal:
Feelin’ like I’m stuck in a loop — can’t just quit.
Guitar: D7 accent lick
Every god damn day, yeah, the same damn shit. (Damn…)
(E7 turnaround, 2-bar fill)
[Verse 1 – Slow, Storytelling Feel]
Every time that I think I’ll achieve,
I prepare for the worst while I hope for the best.
Don’t expect nothing less — I confess,
I’ve been known to e*****e, like a slug to the chest. (Yes…)
You need to cease and desist,
'Cause if this does persist,
then you’ll see me unleash all the things I’ve seen,
the things I’ve done, and I’m willing to do again —
if you really want some. (Smoke…)
(Guitar turnaround, 4 bars)
[Chorus – Repeat, Build Energy]
(But I’m tired…) The kind of tired that sleep won’t fix.
Clock in, clock out, just to barely exist.
Feelin’ like I’m stuck in a loop — can’t just quit.
Every god damn day, yeah, the same damn shit. (Damn…)
(Instrumental solo – 12 bars of guitar and harmonica trading lines)
[Verse 2 – Growl Tone / Speaking Rhythmically]
You gonna f**k around and find out.
Find your little hideout and cut the lights out.
Next thing you know, you’re waking up in my house.
Wanna doubt me? I’ll come and find you right now. (Bet…)
I be tired, feel expired, feel decay eatin’ away,
Feelin’ insane, I cannot explain this feeling so chilling,
it’s peeling away.
And just for today,
I wish I could say that I’m okay.
That would be great. These bricks that I lay,
this road that I pave,
this home that I stay — ain’t a place full of hate.
(Soft slide riff — fade to 12-bar resolution)
[Chorus]
(But I’m tired…) The kind of tired that sleep won’t fix.
Guitar (response): slow lick on A7
Clock in, clock out, just to barely exist.
Vocal:
Feelin’ like I’m stuck in a loop — can’t just quit.
Guitar: D7 accent lick
Every god damn day, yeah, the same damn shit. (Damn…)
[Outro – Spoken / Half-Sung]
And if tomorrow feels the same…
I’ll still show up anyway.