Sick of you

Have I told you what I really think?
Oh I bet now you can see the link
Between the words that come out of your mouth
And the void you seem to care about

It needs much more than just a pretty face to open doors
But just in case you don’t know what you’ve got to do
Start with stop telling me things I told you

It’s not about your creepy eyes
It’s more what your whole world implies
But I don’t want to waste my time
On someone with a lack of spine

So many things you’ll never get
Not even if your mind resets
Just have another cigarette
And go away now

I won’t go with you, ‘cause you always lie to me
No, not further, ‘cause you always whine to me
I’m way too tired and I’m sick of everything you do
I’m sick of what you do, I’m sick of you

I know it has occurred to you
You stand in someone else’s view
While fighting with that selfie stick
You look so dumb, it makes me sick

Nothing has ever really changed
You’re posing in a scene, arranged
To share your image with the world
Forget about all that you’ve heard

You’re smug about your epic style
But yeah, I’ve learnt to fake a smile
That you don’t even recognise, just go away now!