Tired of feeling diseased
Under the bed full of fleas
I'll watch your back when you call
Counting minutes till the fall
I hope that it won't steal your last breath
Cause I want it
Living life with no relief
I feel it coming like a sneeze
I bet my life if I want too
Baking biscuits right beside you
I hope that it won't steal your last breath
Cause I want too
Running on scrapped knees
Right before he leaves
I'm not trying to please
I'm not trying to
Make no mistake I'm gonna try
My home will never satisfy
Now he's in my bed
Safely in my bed
Must be nice to be fed