This is a song about "Divorce losing pets being tired"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

We helicopters hovering on your mind like past pets

As we give up our debts

Feeds him other peoples pets,

Will somebody please show me how

Yes i'm tired of being the villian now

Leave your inhibitions here

Im tired of being the third wheel

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Your friends say, why we not together yet

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Everyday losing some source of hope

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being