the sickness does not stab or cut, it crawls like a vine
it climbs like ivy over your spine
it creeps into the crevices and flaws of your mind
and whispers, "Baby, everything’s fine."
and by the light of morning, you are brave, you are clean
your nighttime self is something obscene
but by the time the sun goes down, your hand's in the jar
and once again you know what you are
you could give up any time
but you don't, no you don't
you could let go of the line
but you won't, no you won't
you could read the warning signs
but you don’t, no you don’t
no you don't
no you don't
no you don't
no you don't
and when you've finally made up your mind to reform
your back is weak, your tendons are torn
you tell yourself that this time, you’ll be strong, you’ll resist
but the sickness has to insist
you could give up any time
but you don't, no you don't
you could let go of the line
but you won't, no you won't
you could read the warning signs
but you don’t, no you don’t
no you don't
no you don't
no you don't
no you don't
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