
Sickbed Songtext
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my eyes are becoming yellow curtains.
paint the window,
stain the ceiling feverish green.
my visitors smoked cigarettes
and ate all the things that had me feeling unwell.
everything that came out of me was wrong-colored,
or wasn't at all.
the voices below rise through the window,
knocking on the door from the inside,
taking pictures of my room one last time.
i can't live, without.
failing to make me well.
paint the window,
stain the ceiling feverish green.
my visitors smoked cigarettes
and ate all the things that had me feeling unwell.
everything that came out of me was wrong-colored,
or wasn't at all.
the voices below rise through the window,
knocking on the door from the inside,
taking pictures of my room one last time.
i can't live, without.
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