Sick Of Me - Tim McGraw

You’re probably sippin' lemonade and reading Hemingway

Underneath that tree out back in that same house

Where all that love was made

I’m sinkin' down on some corduroy couch

Empty bottles all around, quarter after two

And I’m still tryin' to start my day

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue

Maybe you’ll pick up and maybe I’ll get through this time

'Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right

And I miss you and I’m sick of me too

My wandering eye, my little white lies

All the hell I’ve raised

All the times I made you cry like rain

Tired of lookin' at myself, wishin' I was someone else

Tired of nothin' to lose, tired of nothin' left

I’ve been thinkin' lately, maybe it’s time to change

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue

Maybe you’ll pick up and maybe I’ll get through this time

'Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right

I miss you and I’m sick of me too

I wanna be your everything, not just a bad memory

I’d rather be your sweet dream come true

I’m sick of me too

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue

Maybe you’ll pick up and maybe I’ll get through this time

'Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue

Maybe you’ll pick up and maybe I’ll get through this time

'Cause all I wanna tell you is you were right

And I miss you and I’m sick of me too

I’m sick of me too

Yeah I’m sick of me

And I’m sick of me too