To think that I would die this time
Isolated in the room where the bed rises
Photographic ordinary people are everywhere
Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories

I'll find sleep, I’ll find peace
Or in death I'll sleep with ease

To figure that it was my fault
Or so I've come to realize life is not about
Love with someone, ordinary people are everywhere
Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are

Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn
Illness is watching, waiting its turn

Did I go at it wrong?
Did I go intentionally to destroy me?
I’m suffering in noise, I'm suffering in touching ordinary bodies
The burning from within, the burning from with ordinary hysteria
I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace, extraordinary hysteria

So do yourself a good (do yourself a good thing)
Or do yourself a death (do yourself a good thing)
From ordinary causes (do yourself a good thing)
Or do yourself a favor (do yourself a good thing)
Or do yourself a death (do yourself a good thing)
From ordinary causes (do yourself a good thing)
Illness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely
Wave goodbye, oh, I would rather be dead
I would rather be fine

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Illness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely
Wave goodbye, oh, I would rather be dead
I would rather be fine

Well, I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well

I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well (x7)

And I forgive you even
As you take me that way
With the pill or demon
And the shrouded shalom
Under conversation
In tremendous weight of
A crowd of ages outside
Dressed for murder

I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be)
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around (well, I want to be well, I want to be)