Tired deep
Of you thinking
Thinking I need a ribbing
With each question I ask
Tired deep
Cause the perfect ask
Isn’t worth my time
That, love, is called an answer
Tired deep
Of you asking not to think
Spoon-fed adults
Need to move on
Tired deep
And ever so weary
Of your cry baby mood
Just make your cry baby move
Tired deep
Of your lessons and lessons
Especially from a teacher
Who is self-professed not the one
Tired deep
And deeply tired in my bones
Cause I’ve fished here too long
And this pond‘s gone swamp
I’m tired deep