Gregory - Calling In Sick Lyrics

With salt in your eyes
You've been careless with all of your time
And I hate your goodbyes
You're so careless with words that will die
And you're dreaming in grey
'Cause the colours could blow out your eyes
Carved a note in my brain
Not to hold onto something that might
Yeah I want to be in it
Instead of calling in sick all the time
They could ask if I'm alright
'Cause this sickness ain't one of a kind
With shortness of breath
You've been looking for calm in distress
Seeing things that aren't there
Am I right thinking things aren't the best
So you move to the left
Hold your head at an angle unsettled
Cavities of thin air
Hoping it would all change for the better
I drew blood cause I wanted
To feel something other than 'fine'
Yeah I want to be in it
'Cause I'm drifting off one of a kind
Yeah I want to be in it
Instead of calling in sick all the time
They could ask if I'm alright
'Cause this sickness ain't one of a kind