Bullish on Bullshit

I'm sick of family, I'm sick of friends.
I'm sick of women, I'm sick of men.
I'm sick of myself but no more than you.
I think they used to call this the blues.
I gotta get myself in gear.
Can't piss away another year.

They say you can't go home again.
Seems like I never left.
They say you can't go home again.
I'm never going home again.
They say it's all been done before.
C'mon, let's do it all again.
They say to listen to your heart.
Listen to your heart stop!

Identity is a shakey thing.
Enough to make you wish there was a list
of things to point your finger at.
But that finger curls into a fist.