I've come down with a sickness I just cannot shake

It's in my head, it's in my brains, it's in my lungs

Can't contemplate or concentrate on anything you're saying

Not enough oxygen, probably useless anyway

My damn soul is a damsel in distress

So confused at the things that's in my head

Won't you save my soul? Won't you come save me

Won't you just let me know when it's time to eat

Sit down at the dinner table with your family

My sanity is shrinking with each one of you

For different reasons, I'm sorry it's gotten to be this way

We eating dinner together, separated by our plates

Unwilling to talk because our faults and our mistakes

You say there's nothing to talk about, I think there's too much to say

I'm tippling toppling over and pulling the gun out the holster and point at you

Until I get the man and Clancy on the phone

When I'm lost, you said to holler at you

Well, I'm lost, brother, feeling like I ain't got no place to go

I hope it's up, but I'm lost, brother

All of my accolades are nothing, it's all for show

Look, look, look, brother, I'm sorry for calling your number

But I ain't feeling great and I ain't wanna live and I ain't got an umbrella

I need one cause red skies, red skies, red skies is what I'm surrounded by

But maybe this cold ass rain is the reason that I

I've come down with a sickness I just cannot shake

I'm making music for myself, bump this shit every day

I need a Clancy in shining armor to feel that way

And maybe pass me some shoes so my souls is no longer stained

My damn soul is a damsel in distress

My damn soul is a damsel in distress

My damn soul is a damsel in distress

My damn soul is a damsel in distress