Sick Sad Alone

Matriarch in a ball jar
Family farm lost it's charm
Busy tearing the roof off
Bobby's burning the barn
Wonder where will the rats go?
Into the basement I'm sure
Healthy and grown
Sick sad alone

Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone

Matriarch in a ball jar
Suburban home lost it's charm
Fell asleep on the floor
Furniture was gone
Took my fathers moonshine
Drew up the line
Crossed that line several times
I'm fine
Life is a door
Never ignore the unseen
And you'll be surely protected and free

Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone
Sick sad alone

But I thought I was doing fine
I thought I was doing fine
We thought he was doing fine
But we found him on the floor
Don't look like him no more
We thought he's doing fine
It's easy if you're trying to unpack
But I wanna go back



Credits
Writer(s): William Saunder
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