Diseases Songtext
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Diseases Songtext
When I′m old with my diseases
And can no longer come to the phone
Because my feet are sore and swollen
And I'm reading all day long,
I won′t sing my lamentations
About the folks I never got to know.
When I'm old my midwest genes will
Make my heart all swoll and bleeding,
And all I see is television
And tinder's my only company
And all I do is think about
All the folks I never got to know.
I never sat with the cute redhead in class,
I never finished that song,
I miscommunicated,
Never found the time to make love,
I never found the time to be quiet.
When I′m dying
I hope that no one else can see me
I hope I′m somewhere far away from
The smoky houses dimly lit with
Fearsome backdrops we despised
Where we would dance and sing and cry
And drink and fall down on our asses
And fill our lungs with laughing gases.
And I tried to talk with the cute redhead in class
And it seemed to go very wrong
I miscommunicated
That my heart was sedated
And now I'll surely be
Alone with my diseases.
When I′m in bed from these bad diseases
When my hip's all swoll and all I need is
A little sleep, and a little smiling
And at my funeral a little crying.
And can no longer come to the phone
Because my feet are sore and swollen
And I'm reading all day long,
I won′t sing my lamentations
About the folks I never got to know.
When I'm old my midwest genes will
Make my heart all swoll and bleeding,
And all I see is television
And tinder's my only company
And all I do is think about
All the folks I never got to know.
I never sat with the cute redhead in class,
I never finished that song,
I miscommunicated,
Never found the time to make love,
I never found the time to be quiet.
When I′m dying
I hope that no one else can see me
I hope I′m somewhere far away from
The smoky houses dimly lit with
Fearsome backdrops we despised
Where we would dance and sing and cry
And drink and fall down on our asses
And fill our lungs with laughing gases.
And I tried to talk with the cute redhead in class
And it seemed to go very wrong
I miscommunicated
That my heart was sedated
And now I'll surely be
Alone with my diseases.
When I′m in bed from these bad diseases
When my hip's all swoll and all I need is
A little sleep, and a little smiling
And at my funeral a little crying.
Writer(s): Samuel Rueckert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
