I'm Still Sick

I'm still sick

I am the son of a mother who's gone

And the things that I've seen are just plain fucking wrong

Sleep on a couch cus the bed was too far but it's far 'cus you drink till you can't walk at all

Picked up on that, now it sits in my chest

The rat that I feed to stay up with the rest

I am the king of the sewers and pest

If I am around I'll make sure nothing's left

I'm still sick

I'm wondering

If I do what I can

To make sense of a plan

That just won't stick

I'm still sick

Snapped those cigarettes

In half for you

You bang on the door

I'm on the floor

I am the child of a departed soul

And the sickness that spread to me isn't alone

You think I'm better, huh? that I am not

but the message you sent to me, it meant alot

Picked up all that, now it sits in my chest

Then thrown in a drunk tank to rot with the rest

I haven't learned anything yet it seems

I cannot live with how fucked up it feels

I'm still sick

I'm wondering

If I do what I can

To make sense of a plan

That just won't stick

I'm still sick