Текст песни Getting Tired - Braids

Getting Tired.
Of the want to just be with you.
It breaks my heart.
How alone am I.
While sitting alone in this room.
The Room and I.
Maybe I could laugh.
A little at my long and pouted mouth.
A weighted grin.
It is winter now.
I must prepare for all I cannot bear.
Myself.
My mind