I’m sick and tired
of being sick and tired,
so tired of being sick,
so sick of being tired.
I’m so tired of being love-sick,
and just as intensely,
so sick of the way you make me tired.
You make me uncomfortable when
you place a third on our love seat,
when you make me struggle for your attention
like the weakest star among the
lot who love and want to be with the moon,
when I lie with you and there’s no heat.
I am sick and tired of you, of this us, of the way you ride me like a horse.