Sick Lyrics

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 it where you stand.
Get out of your own d*** 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,
Time is ticking,
Time is a memory,
Time is illusion.