I'm sick of my mother I'm sick of my father I'm sick of everyone around me not stepping up And I'm sick of this fast pace I'm sick of these clean breaks Cause then there's no one around to help me clean it up
Clean it up Who's gonna help me clean it up?
He thought when he grew up That life would be special That what he wanted would come easy and clean But he's using that paycheck To cover his car wreck And it turns out that life's the same old mess it's always been
He's gotta clean it up Who's gonna help me clean it up?
Oh, give it up or lose it completely It's never what you think that it should be Give it up or lose it completely
So you're sick of your heartache And you're sick of your dead weight You say it's all the same in the end But no one likes high ground So you gotta climb down If you're ever gonna make yourself some friends
