Sick to Move

Finger on my pulse

I've got my finger in the socket

Why build a cradle

If you don't plan to rock it

I've got my things together all in one place

I've got my stuff out of your way

I've got myself out of your face

And I thought that

And you said that

And we were gonna

So come on

Now I'm too sick

Too sick to move

Sick of no direction

I'm sick of my reflection

There's a field outside my house

I think I'll crawl there for protection

At this point when I plan you know

I plan on going wrong it's just

I never thought I'd plot a course of failure for this long

And I thought that

And you said that

And we were gonna

So come on

Now I'm too sick

Too sick to move

But I thought that

And you said that

And we were gonna

So come on

Now I'm too sick

Too sick to move