You Me & Everyone We Know - (Still) Basically a God Lyrics

Reading "The Body Keeps The Score"
I can't tell who's winning but I'm Feeling pretty sore
More symptoms to ignore
Bracing leads to pacing leads to Shingles I'm sure

The hard part once I begin
To look down without falling in

I'm still wading through mud
And I'm still out here for blood
The weight of its years makes this Ship hard to steer
But I guess it just will til I'm

Customizing cushions on the couch
The insurrection in my nose has me Breathing through my mouth
Every sigh new confirmation of my Declining respiration
Then my friend NyQuil takes me out

The hard part once I begin
To look down without falling in

I'm still wading through mud
I'm still out here for blood
The weight of its years makes this Ship hard to steer
But I guess it just will til I'm still

We don't deserve saving
Years off we keep shaving
But then watching some birds pick Apart an overly laid back squirrel
I can feel my own mortal coil start to Come unfurled
I'm unfurled

I'm basically a God in the sense
I distort time and space I'm so dense
So abandon your cars
Hope you're rich enough for Mars
Cause I haven't ruled out meteors yet