One, Two, Three, Four Hey, Hey, Hey So codependent on you You keep on letting me down Down, yeah My fault for expecting shit My standards so low, they're on the ground Ground Am I caught in my selfish ways I hate when the world stops revolving around me I'm sick of it all I don't wanna deal with it Sick of it all The good times they never stick I'm this close to throwing a tantrum I'm so close to throwing a tantrum I'm sick of it all I'm sick of it all They always ask me what's wrong What could get me so down Down Am I caught in my selfish ways I hate when the world stops revolving around me I'm sick of it all I don't wanna deal with it Sick of it all The good times they never stick I'm this close to throwing a tantrum I'm so close to throwing a tantrum I'm sick of it all I'm sick of it all Hey Hey Hey I'm sick of it all Hey Hey Hey I'm sick of it all Hey Hey Hey I'm sick of it all Hey Hey Hey I'm sick of it all I don't wanna deal with it Sick of it all The good times they never stick I'm this close to throwing a tantrum I'm so close to throwing a tantrum I'm sick of it all I'm sick of it all