Soul Sickness

I'll relent that I'm not feeling all that Disconnected lately The geography helps me But I'm hardly in my league For every home I have There's twenty thousand other than me What's left to meet And even on a good days rest I'm a mess And even when I'm not upset I'm stressed Soul sickness Gets through to me And I flicker Like the rest I'll be a baby For another couple years I'll get away From everything that I'm afraid of If you need me Gassing out the bird on my chest The unrest Gets through to me