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 this make our home

My health gets worse and worse but at least we're still together

Let's make this our home

Choke on our spit till we feel better

Gouge the price of gasoline

And try to make something out of me

I won't feel better 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 that 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 should

Then blame it on the weather

And all of the chances were never deserved

And all will be wasted if I never learn