Sick Day

Head in the dry wall
With prescriptions, I can’t fill
Ceiling fan keeps your breath in
My bed is my casket
Let’s lay together

This world is losing interest in me
Let’s take a sick day for breakfast
Let’s make this our home
My health gets worse and worse
But at least we’re still together
Let’s make this our home
(Let’s make this our home)
Choke on our spit till we feel better

Gouge the price of gasoline
And try to makе something out of me
I won’t feel bettеr with you around
I won’t feel better at all
I’ll starve myself if you feel dehydrated
I’ll wear your clothes if you just go on naked
Your insides come out more and more with every word you cough up

If I’ve got a problem
Then you’ve got a problem, too
We could try and solve them
But then I would have to look at you
In those eyes, there’s nothing
When you say you love me
I’ll never get your temperament
Or peace of mind
It was never meant

We fell asleep together
Slept longer than we should
Then blame it on the weather

And all of the chances were never deserved
(Donnie, what did Roberta Sparrow say to you?)
And all will be wasted if I never learn
(She said that every living creature on Earth dies alone)
(How did that make you feel?)