Sick Days - AUGUST 08

You were like a mirror

Standing right in front of me

Chasing women risking everything

You gamble money just to get over

A pint of liquor

Were you ever sober

You could've had all of me

But you gave me nothing

No point in falling apart

When you were never there for

The sick days

What about the sick days

Couldn't get a hold of you

No one had control of you

Coke on a switchblade

What about the sick days

What about the sick days yeah

Even when you cleaned it up

You didn't even give a f**k to visit on the sick days

Trojan horses breaking down the walls

Wrap us in gold don't let us fall

Doctor in the hall won't pick up the phone

You never loved me at all

How could you

You could have all of me

But you gave me nothing

No point in falling apart

When you were never there for

The sick days

What about the sick days

Couldn't get a hold of you

No one had control of you

Coke on a switchblade

What about the sick days

What about the sick days yeah

Even when you cleaned it up

You didn't even give a f**k to visit on the sick days