We're tired of pedaling slow We're tired of what we know We're tired of feeling slow And the tyranny of phones We're tired of the voices Saying all you need is choice We're tired of having to choose We want to give up and lose We're tired of getting dicked around Burst open the shutters Breath in the winter air Make believe for a moment Pretend that you don't care Then dig in your nails Make small indentations Cling too hard Cling too hard We're tired of getting dicked around