Sick Bed

I follow you to a deep black lake

I put my foot in your shoe

And I’ll sweat it out in the grieving stage

I’ll make a meal for you


Swallow the saints while you spike the punch

And obey the master’s rules

We kiss his ring while the fat lady sings

A song just for you


Same day, sick bed

Hole in my head


Live like a legend, I buy the curse

Scratching an open wound

[?] in the neck, making the safest bet

Barking at the full moon


Same day, sick bed

Hole in my head


[?] your darlings call in the aisle

Burnt by a neon nurse

Pinching our cheeks til the blood vessels break

You know which way is worse

Appears On

Chalk Tape 2