Bone To Pick

I got a bone to pick:
I gotta tell you not everybodyʼs innocent
Itʼs complex, itʼs delicate. So heavy, I think I gotta think this through

Iʼm tired of waking up, & Iʼm tired of seeing this unfold
I run out of things to say but I really gotta say ‘em to you:

I got a list, & everybodyʼs on it. Just counting down the days
Itʼs not angst anymore. Itʼs flat out despair
Itʼs a problem. & itʼs wearing me down, baby
Iʼm taking my time, ainʼt no easy way out, gotta keep showing up because:
Youʼre a problem. & itʼs wearing me down, honey
Iʼm talking to you, it feels pretty gross- Iʼm trying to get through to you

Iʼd love to sit this one out. Thatʼs not an option, am I doing enough?
Iʼm not sweatingʼ, but youʼre stressing me the fuck out

I donʼt care about your ethics, or manipulatеd politics
Never again is what you said, whatʼll change from thе time before?

Iʼm trying to get through to you
I donʼt know what else Iʼm supposed to do
Iʼm fed up with every fucking one
Iʼm trying to get through to you