The Cardigans

Sick, tired and homeless
With no one here to sing for
Tired of being weightless
For all these looking good boys
You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm
Oh, spare me if you please
Sick, tired an sleepless
With no one else to shine for
Sick of all my distress
But I won't show I'm still poor
Symptoms are so deep
Something here's so wrong