Sick Days Songtext
von AUGUST 08

You were like a mirror standing right in front of me
Chasing women, risking everything
You gamble money just to get over
A pint of liquor, were you ever sober?

You could have had all of me
But you gave me nothing
No point in falling apart when
You were never there for the sick days


What about the sick days?
Couldn′t get a hold of you
No one had control of you
Coke on a switchblade
What about the sick days?
What about the sick days? Yeah
Even when you were cleaning up
You didn't even give a fuck
To visit on a sick day

Trojan horses breaking down the walls
Wrap us in gold, don′t let us fall
Doctor in the hall won't pick up the phone
You never loved me at all, how could you?

You could have had all of me
But you gave me nothing
No point in falling apart when
You were never there for the sick days


What about the sick days?
Couldn't get a hold of you
No one had control of you
Coke on a switchblade
What about the sick days?
What about the sick days? Yeah
Even when you were cleaning up
You didn′t even give a fuck
To visit on a sick day