Sick, Sick, Sick - Lisa Loeb

Sick sick sick

They watch you closely

They love you mostly when they watch the time

Tick tock tick

They want you breathing on your own

If you could get up then they’d take you home

But that won’t do, there’s something wrong with you

Think think think

Do you remember?

It was last November on your birthday when they brought you in

Dot dot dot dash

V for victory

You flashed your hand

And threw your cake into the garbage can

Oh misery, there’s something wrong with me

Now they sit by your bed and they hide

From each other, by your side

With each other and play games

They don’t talk, they’d rather watch the clock

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

Tick tac toe

No two turns in a row:

That’s cheating

X x o

You never win

But you want to play again

You’re the only reason that they spend this time together

Don’t be scared to share the news

Afraid to say you’ve made the trade for bells and whistles

No more thorns and thistles for you

No more crazy in the head, no more lying in your bed

Jump up high:

Let them know that you are happy

It’s okay to show them that you’re well

Celebrate

If they can’t take it they can go to hell