Oh , it happens to me from time to time
I realize that maybe I've waited too long
And I pretend to turn the blind eye
Before I know it, I've lost sight of it all
Even though it was there all along

Finger on the trigger
I've steadied my sights
Could be the easiest shot of my life
But I'm not gonna do anything about it
No, I'm not gonna do anything about it
And you know it makes me sick
Owee-oh, it makes me sick

The symphony's playing on time
Everything's quiet and perfect and cool
But the Maestro is wasting his time
Tonight though, the notes just aren't getting along
I'm not going out
I gotta work in the morning;
These excuses I make
I'm the king of etcetera, etcetera
Yeah, that's just not really me
I plead to change and succeed (not really)

Finger on the trigger
Steadied my sights
Could be the easiest shot of my life
But I'm not gonna do anything about it
No, I'm not gonna do anything about it
And you know it makes me sick
Owee-oh, it makes me sick

Don’t you know it makes me sick?
Owee-oh, it makes me sick
Owee-oh… Owee-oh, it makes me sick
Sick, sick, sick