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

[Outro: Derek Berry, Donnie Darko, & Dr. Thurman]

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?)