Matthew Sweet Sick Of Myself
You don't know how you move me deconstruct me and consume me. I'm all used up, I'm out of luck I am star struck By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive. But I'm sick of myself when I look at you something is beautiful and true. World that's ugly and a lie it's hard to even want to try. I'm beginning to think maybe you don't know. I'll take a leave, the room to breathe The choice to leave it I'll throw away a chance at greatness just to make this dream come into play I don't know if I'll find a way 'Cause I'm sick of myself when I look at you something is beautiful and true. World that's ugly and a lie it's hard to even want to try. I'm beginning to think maybe you don't know. I'm beginning to think maybe you don't know. Something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive. But I'm sick of myself when I look at you something is beautiful and true. World that's ugly and a lie it's hard to even want to try. I'm beginning to think maybe you don't know. I'm beginning to think maybe you don't know.
