[Chorus]

It lives on the tip of your tongue

The breath to speak, it’s already in your lungs

An ancient message uttered by everyone

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done

That's it I'm done (That's it I'm done)

That's it I'm done (That's it I'm done)

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done

That's it I'm done (That's it I'm done)

That's it I'm done (That's it I'm done)

That's it I'm done (That's it I'm done)

That's it I'm done (That's it I'm done)

[Verse 1]

I’m done with life’s demands and fate’s inconstant whims

I’m done with the hard ground, looming sky and these heavy limbs

I’m done with waking up to prowl these streets for scraps and change

And I’m done with the way that time corrodes and placates your brain

I’m done with crawling through life knowing how it'll end

I’m done with fighting to reach the top only to get the bends

I’m done with age and habits and gravity ruining my face

And I’m done with the way 9 out of 10 beers I’ve never heard of taste

I’m done with being the one in charge of when I go to sleep

And I’m done with being sick and with anyone expecting anything of me

I’m done with Monday, not 'cause it’s Monday, but because it’s a day

I’m done with being tired, and I’m tired of needing to be awake

I’m done with opening up my mail to see what it says

Hey, let’s just pile all of it up anywhere except for on the bed

I’m done with having a job that a robot cannot do

And I’m done with knowing elements of the plot of Rudy are not true

[Chorus]

It lives on the tip of your tongue

The breath to speak, it’s already in your lungs (I'm done)

An ancient message uttered by everyone

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done (That's it I'm done)

It lives on the tip of your tongue

The breath to speak, it’s already in your lungs (I'm done)

An ancient message uttered by everyone

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done (That's it I'm done)

[Verse 2]

That’s it, I’m done with needing a car for anything but a private place to sit

With a stereo and air conditioning and a cup holder full of mints

I’m done with even trying to get myself anywhere on time

See, we can all claim traffic isn’t moving if we all just refuse to drive

I’m done with restaurants and dingy haunts where people gather

I’m done with serious conversations and I’m done with idle chatter

Hey, guess what? I’m done smiling for pictures, so don’t even ask, ok?

I’m done with kicking back and unwinding after being done with a hard day

I’m done with old music and new music and also my music

I’m done with those who have a capacity for feigned interest and can abuse it

I’m done with craft, I’m done with skill, I'm done with artistry

And I’m done with other guys doing anything even remotely similar to me

I’m done with people’s opinions and I’m done with not being heard

Though I’m also done with people listening & scrutinizing every word

I’m done with people telling me my attitude is what I’ve got wrong

Like it’s my fault I don’t live in a Tim McGraw song

[Chorus]

It lives on the tip of your tongue

The breath to speak, it’s already in your lungs (I'm done)

An ancient message uttered by everyone

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done (That's it I'm done)

It lives on the tip of your tongue

The breath to speak, it’s already in your lungs (I'm done)

An ancient message uttered by everyone

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done (That's it I'm done)

That's it I'm done

That's it I'm done

Just open up your mouth and say, that’s it I’m done

That's it I'm done

That's it I'm done

That's it I'm done

That's it I'm done

[Verse 3]

I’m done with waking up, I’m done with the sun

I’m done with getting dressed, I’m done being judged

I’m done with everyone except for myself

I’m done with being reminded of the things I have said

I’m done with changing filters, done turning the page

I’m done getting a new phone, I am done with change

I am done going to parties, I am done with male bonding

I'm not checking my email, I will not be responding

I’m done with weather building pressure inside my head

I’m done with seasons reminding me that one day I’ll be dead

I’m done with debating, yeah you heard me, I’m done

I’m done not treating politics like a scheme to be won

I am done with the future, and I am done with past

I am done with solids, liquids, I am so done with gas

I am done with certainty, and I am done with doubt

I am done writing lyrics, so repeat through the fade out

[Outro]

That’s it I’m done (repeat)