Sick

Are you sick of being tired?
Are you tired of being sick?

How did I get to where it pours never rains
Highway-lost out of range
My time a memory

As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it
You've got to face where you stand

Get out of your own damn way
You must be out of your mind
Don't ask if refusal offends

I can get a handle on it
Time is a memory (fading)
Time is ticking (fleeting)
Time is a memory (after)
Time is illusion

Don't ask if refusal offends