sick of it

de vez em quando, infelizmente muito mais vezes do que gostaria, sinto-me assim:

I'm sick of food
So why am i so hungry
I was sick of you
But i don't mind seeing your little face
I was sick of love
So i just stopped feeling
But i couldn't find anything to take its place

What'll i do with my time?

I'm sick of drink
So why am i so thirsty
I must have been born on the planet mercury

I just called to ask you what i said last night
I just called to ask you what i did last night

So what'll i do with my time?

Now i wake up and i don't have any gravity
Now i wake up still walking in my sleep
Now i wake up feel the world drawing away from me
And now i wake up still walking in my sleep

I'm sick of food
So why am i so hungry
I'm sick of feeling the world draw away from me

("sick of food", dos american music club)