Said all these people they won't leave me alone   And we need, a little time to ourselves   And half the reasons why   I'm sketchin' all the time   The result of a life in this hell   But oh well, I think it's time   My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree   The pockets both take it away   The sun warms my body as I'm   Sittin' on a swing watching   Columbus clouds bring in the rain   Oh well I think it's time   Its time to go   My mind is playing tricks on me all the time   To let you know that I am real   And all the worries you build   Up inside your soul   The ones that make your world stand still   Mean you can feel, that it's time to go..   Are you fed up, Are you fed up with me?   Do you think you could do better?   Do you think that I know better?   Do they think that they know better?   Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king   Blood red sunshine, and a breath to air that's clean   I drink from the faucet   From the porch I take a pee   I look at you through the bushes   Where you can't see me   I laugh and slip into another state of mind   To let you know that I am real   And all the worries you build up inside your soul   The ones that make your world stand still   Means you can feel, that it's time to go