Soul Sickness

I'll relent that I'm not feeling all that

Disconnected lately

The geography helps me

But I'm hardly in my league

For every home I have

There's twenty thousand other than me

What's left to meet

And even on a good days rest

I'm a mess

And even when I'm not upset

I'm stressed

Soul sickness

Gets through to me

And I flicker

Like the rest

I'll be a baby

For another couple years

I'll get away

From everything that I'm afraid of

If you need me

Gassing out the bird on my chest

The unrest

Gets through to me