Perpetual Mild Illness

I realize, my body doesn't work quite right
 I'm not surprised, well I guess actually I am
 Just not by the fact that it doesn't work quite right
 But more-so, by the fact that it works at all
 I know I've got lungs
 'Cause they ache a bit
 I know I've got a nose
 'Cause I'm constantly annoyed by the
 Fact that I can't breathe through it
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 I know I've got lungs
 'Cause they ache a bit
 I know I'm meant to be an artist
 'Cause I feel like shit
 All the time
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 It rained all night, and the fan was on
 Perfect for sleeping
 Perfect for catching my death
 Nauseous and a bit out of breath
 I know I've got lungs
 'Cause they ache a bit
 I know I'm meant to be an artist
 'Cause I feel like shit
 All the time
 All the time
 I act like dead weight
 Because I love you
 Rain on your parade
 When I'm out in the cold
 Bored of feeling physically old
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 I'm hyper aware that my jaw has weight
 And it's always an effort to hold it up
 I'm hyper aware of your tongue in my mouth
 The feeling I get from holding my breath for too long
 Hold me, hold me
 Hold my jaw
 I act like dead weight
 Cause I love you
 Rain on your parade
 When I'm out in the cold
 Bored of feeling physically old
 
 I act like dead weight
 Cause I love you
 Rain on your parade
 When I'm out in the cold
 Bored of feeling physically old
 I act like dead weight
 Cause I love you
 Rain on your parade
 When I'm out in the cold
 Bored of feeling physically old
 I can taste my own mouth
 I can smell my own nose
 I can feel my own fingertips
 I know I've got lungs
 Cause they ache a bit
 I know I'm meant to be an artist
 Because I feel like shit
 All the time
 I know I've got lungs
 Because they ache a bit
 I know I'm meant to be an artist
 'Cause I feel like shit
 All the time
 All the time
 All the time
 All the time
 All the time
 All the time
 All the time
 All the time
 All the
 Time