Wearing

Used to think that goodness was bound by an avenue
Kept in doors of a long hallway, small welcoming rooms
Time divides and taste, they fix it, how the circle goes
But like a bag stuck in a tree, I'm helplessly clinging on

You're wearing me out
I don't know what I'm doing here

Friends are near and farther still, under razor palms
You're dragging me around again, don't ever look down

Oh, you're wearing me out
You're wearing me out
I don't know what I'm doing here
One away from being who I fear
That everyone goes around it
I hate that I'm not enough for you

You're wearing me out