Long-Term Illness Lyrics

My passion degrades to a master I have to appease

Lying all day to myself, now I do it with ease

Poor Analise, I say wait, for how long? You don't ask

Truly, you love me, we both keep hoping this'll pass

I'll make it home again, lines, shots & then

One day you'll be gone and that's okay, my friend

Tapped out your sympathy quite emphatically

Rather be clean than a filthy prodigy

What I want and I need is contradictory

What I give in to feed is an anomaly

Predisposed as a fiend, my father's progeny

A moment so pivotal, a hundred and eighty degrees

(& I can't breathe)

(I can't breathe)

I just had a feeling to fuck off and do what I please

I know if I just had the nerve, I would do it with ease

I hurt others to hurt myself, I am like a disease

A moment so pivotal, a hundred and eighty degrees

I saw, I stared all the way down

I watched in awe; they would claw in each other, & they'd drown

So few, one or two, made their way out

Like the leaves in the fall, they'd change color, then they'd hit

..the ground

Then I stop singing, I'm sitting here just getting high

Lying all day to myself, now I don't even try

Poor Analise, I say wait, for how long? You don't ask

Truly, you love me, we both keep hoping this'll pass

I'll make it home again, lines, shots & then

One day you'll be gone and that's okay, my friend

Tapped out your sympathy quite emphatically

Rather be clean than a filthy prodigy

What I want and I need is contradictory

What I give in to feed is an anomaly

Predisposed as a fiend, my father's progeny

A moment so pivotal, a hundred and eighty degrees