Fever Dreams

Huckin up green gobs and livin on cough drops

And sweating myself to sleep

Oh oh, oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh

Orange juice and ear drops and antibiotics

And generally just a wasting away

Oh oh, oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh oh

Wanna go home, or I can just lay down

On the cold concrete kitchen floor

Man I hate this so I just can't shake it

This is not something I could call my manager for

Fluid in my lungs

Spots on my goddamn tongue

And I swear to God

I can't breathe, I can breathe

Oh God I can't breathe