tired of talking to Mr. E
tired of telling him how I feel
tired of asking him where to be
tired, more tired than you would believe

tired of thinking of ways to breathe
tired of being tied to the seat
by strings of my heart, by strings of deceit
tired, so tired I'll admit defeat

tired of wondering how he feels
Mr. E, I'm tired you see
tired of worrying of when you will leave
tired, oh tired of you and me.