IV, nose bleed
Deprived of my privacy
Shit food, small frame
Mattress with a blood stain
Love in abundance
Some semblance of joy
A full stomach
I'm comfortably unemployed
I would care for a little more oxygen, oxygen, whoah
A firmer frame
Some vision for my future
I guess we can't have everything
I'm saying this now
Oh, I'm saying it loud
'Cause I don't know how the curse will make me sound
Hey, I'm saying it now
Oh, I'm holding ground
'Cause I don't know when the curse will cut me down
Or stick me in the ground
Oh, let me stick around
Don't stick me in the ground
Oh, let me stick around
My heart aching with every breath I steal
Tearing out my tongue to show you something real
All this coughing could send us to an early coffin
We spit in the face of mortality all too often
I sit on the precipice of doubt and then think fuck it
If I die at least I'll die doing something that I wanted
I'll fling myself over the precipice into the ocean
I'll swim among the sickness like a shark among some chum
I'll either be hunted or saved
Either way, I
I'll take your pills 'till my heart is still
'Cause I don't know when it'll rip my throat out
I'm saying this now
Oh, I'm saying this loud
'Cause I don't know how the curse will make me sound
Hey, I'm saying it now
Oh, I'm holding ground
'Cause I don't know when the curse will cut me down
Or stick me in the ground
Oh, let me stick around
Don't stick me in the ground
Let me stick around
Cracked glass between us
Naked from the knees up
Shins shackled, sinking in the sand
I'll search my face for a sign of life, or anything I recognise
Recycled rhetoric and hopeful lies
I don't see you thriving
I don't see you trying
Come on, where you hiding?
Come on, let the light in
I'm saying this now
Oh, I'm saying it loud
'Cause I don't know how the curse will make me sound
Hey, I'm saying this now
Oh, I'm holding ground
'Cause I don't know when the curse will cut me down
Don't stick me in the ground
(Tight chest, tablet chased)
Oh, let me stick around
(With a chalky aftertaste)
Don't stick me in the ground
Oh, let me stick around
Don't stick me in the ground
(I don't look sick now)
Oh, let me stick around
Don't stick me in the ground
(I just rot from the inside out)
Oh, let me stick around
And I feel like crying all the time
I don't quite know why
It's not because I'm sad I'm just not distracted
My mind is stuck on overdrive
On autopilot all the time
It's not because I'm mad I'm just too distracted