[Verse 1: Ryan Kopperud]

I no longer believe in magic, I lost that folly long time ago

Too much family passed away, got caught in all that "I don't know"

But so it goes, and so and so keep on reaping what we've sewn

Now these nightmares creep in, eyes open or closed

Seeking that even keel, therapy through microphones

No more biting tongues, guess I'm surviving on my own

I work my fingers to the bone, walking 'til my feet hurt

Screaming into the ether just to see if it works

We gotta lotta holes to fill, booze, powders, or pills

It ain't a point of pride, we got some pain inside to kill

Still feeling pissed off, sick of staring at the bills

When's the recognition comin' in for everything we've built?

You can thank my lost loves for these songs I keep makin'

'Cause most of those separations felt more like an amputation

I was walking away sorry, I left sorry for staying

And all of that investment is debt that I'm still payin'

Most of what I write feels like a postcard to Satan

Just to check in, I'm scared to ask him if he's waiting

[Chorus: Ryan Kopperud & Eric Mayson]

Got a lot on my plate, still tryna juggle

I'm so tired

But the hustle ain't new, we all struggle

I'm so tired, so tired

A buncha' misfits sifting through the rubble

I'm so tired, so tired

Still mistaken, bad at staying out of trouble

I'm so tired of seeing double, double

[Verse 2: Ryan Kopperud]

Angel on my left, and a demon my right

Keep having a conversation, I can't fucking sleep at night

Half the time the right is wrong, and the wrong's too hard to fight

And I am too fucking tired of it all

So much God Damn back and forth clogging up my brain cells

Ain't no moving forward, I can't forget the way her hair smells

Now how is that a fair match

I guess I signed that contract without reading what was attached

Drove for hours last night and lost myself in my city

Spent half of the last year falling in love with being busy

This music is the proof, and now I got something to lose

Prioritize yourself, friends call you selfish to boot

Win win or lose lose, the method is perspective

Epiphanies in symphonies, process is progression

Neck in neck with my dreams, why take a second to breathe

I'm besting my worst pieces, like it's dust in the breeze

So, two sides, I say hello and goodbye

Find a way to stand straight and try to enjoy the ride

[Chorus: Ryan Kopperud & Eric Mayson]

I got a lot on my plate, still tryna juggle

I'm so tired

But the hustle ain't new, we all struggle

I'm so tired, so tired

A buncha' misfits sifting through the rubble

I'm so tired, so tired

Still mistaken, bad at staying out of trouble

I'm so tired of seeing double, double