I'm on sick leave, 'til I feel better
I came quite close to breaking forever
The grind of the daily, everyday today
Can sometimes leave you in some sort of pain they say

Not much grows in the basement
But I've found, to my amazement
Even the slightest glimpse of sun
Can pick me up when I'm down

Don't be afraid to say, what's on your mind
I promise not to laugh in your face
No, I'd rather wait 'til you turn around
So I can kick you in the ass when you pass

Not much grows in the basement...

Am I sickly? Or cowardly?
Who exactly have you come to see?
I'm asking you privately
Can you please help me?
So I can walk, right on your head
Just to get to the next step
Cuz I'm cowardly to the end

I have no close friends
No. People are merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want
Merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want
Even the slightest glimpse of sun
Can pick me up when I'm down