Oh, debilitation
You can have your way now
Solidity has deserted me
On the warpath alone

And I'm tired of resisting you
My resolve is lessening
You'd follow everywhere I'd go
Take from me all good things
And my arm rests over my eyes

Tired feet and
Tired, tired head
Take the bus home
Hang on to the seat
Pull the covers
Aching everywhere
Something's dreadful
Something's wrong with me

Tired of fighting infection
And the dizziness that grows
If I lie down for a moment
Will I have the strength to rise?
I can hear them passing my door
No one likes a nervous wreck
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Hand the cold washcloth, please
Blessed nightfall covers me slowly
Rooftop, pipe smoke
Bees around my head
Bike rides, late nights
Jogging in the rain

I have rebelled
In my day of hell
I have woken
To your griefs again

And the world expects so much from me
I want so much for myself
And at night I lie awake
Can't the Lord let me wake up well?
Lord, make me wake up and feel better