Immune

Can I get me to make me a promise Tell me a lie Promise me I'll wake up different If I can sleep through the night If I can keep a straight face I'll convince me that everything's fine And that the knots in the pit of my stomach Are butterflies Can I get me the weight of a Lover on my chest So I won't be so suspicious Of my shallow breaths I don't want to hear me wheeze I'm already prepping my coffin and hearse Though I'm flush with a fever I don't dare take a reliever That'll make it worse I'm feeling like a leper In a world where that's a threat So I'll be clearing out my lungs Into the words that are in my head And I promise I'm self-cooped-up And I've got the door shut I'm lying in bed And I'm not gonna catch it I'm not gonna catch it I won't catch my death I could say I can see myself Sleeping the whole night through But I'm staying up stressing over Symptoms of some kind of... This trepidation is contagious When all I'm tryin' to do Is wake up with the sun in my eyes And sing the blues Blues Blues Blues Blues Blues I'm feeling like a leper In a world where that's a threat So I'll be clearing out my lungs Into the words that are in my head And I know that I'm self-shook-up I've latched onto the panic I'm staying in bed And I'm not gonna catch it I'm not gonna catch it I'm not gonna catch it I'm not gonna catch it I'm not gonna catch it I'm not gonna