Sick
Way too much time to kill
And not enough days to live
I'm getting older by the minute
It's hard when you get sick
And I don't know what to do
I stay inside my room
And I don't want to move
And I don't wanna do anything
And I get drunk and high
And I puke on myself
And my dad won't ever call
Or function like he should
And you cry inside the bathroom
And you say it's fucking shit
This family's fucking shit
I'm a fuck up of a kid
And I'm so ignorant
And I'm so full of it
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me-
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
Way too much time to care
And not enough days to kill
I'm getting older by the minute
It's hard when you get sick
And I don't know what I'd do
If I ever lost you
It wouldn't hurt at all
And you probably wouldn't feel anything
You ask me again and again
"Why did I get so unlucky?"
And I never know the answer
And I'll never know the answer
I have a cross on my necklace
You hate that I still wear it
You say you just don't get it
And I can't, I can't accept it
It all seems so pathetic
From my twisted perspective
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me-
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
Are my eyes working right?
Am I seeing double?
Is there something wrong?
Are my parents in trouble?
Is my heart beating too fast?
Are my lungs clean?
Do I seem off to you?
Do I force myself to breathe?
Am I slurring my words?
Am I forgetting most things?
Am I out of it?
Am I shaking when I think?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
And not enough days to live
I'm getting older by the minute
It's hard when you get sick
And I don't know what to do
I stay inside my room
And I don't want to move
And I don't wanna do anything
And I get drunk and high
And I puke on myself
And my dad won't ever call
Or function like he should
And you cry inside the bathroom
And you say it's fucking shit
This family's fucking shit
I'm a fuck up of a kid
And I'm so ignorant
And I'm so full of it
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me-
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
Way too much time to care
And not enough days to kill
I'm getting older by the minute
It's hard when you get sick
And I don't know what I'd do
If I ever lost you
It wouldn't hurt at all
And you probably wouldn't feel anything
You ask me again and again
"Why did I get so unlucky?"
And I never know the answer
And I'll never know the answer
I have a cross on my necklace
You hate that I still wear it
You say you just don't get it
And I can't, I can't accept it
It all seems so pathetic
From my twisted perspective
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me fucking sick
And it makes me-
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
And I dream all of the time
Even if I didn't think about it I'd still dream about it
Are my eyes working right?
Am I seeing double?
Is there something wrong?
Are my parents in trouble?
Is my heart beating too fast?
Are my lungs clean?
Do I seem off to you?
Do I force myself to breathe?
Am I slurring my words?
Am I forgetting most things?
Am I out of it?
Am I shaking when I think?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
Do my hands look shaky to you?
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Writer(s): James Butler
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