am i beloved enough
to offset your shitty tragedy?
am i unlucky enough
to remove you from memory?

ha ha! got some laughter that you ought to take
how could i be? how could even i be?
hold on to your stomach if it starts to ache
how could i be? i’ll get even…

either way i’m ashamed of offering therapy in spite of you

oh how you hated your health
in the city sanatoria
oh now you doctor yourself
with a chemical curative

ah ah… little brother, how sick have you been?
hook an i.v. hook another i.v.
oh nobody has a better medicine
hook an i.v. i’ll get even…

either way i’m ashamed of wanting your suffering to end now
what am i supposed to do?

how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting hours

either way i’m ashamed of wanting all your suffering to end now
what am i to do? do do what you do
and now i’m waiting for some harm to come to you

God, give us a convalescent without a future, past, or present
another rush like before can’t drive a spike into a sunset

how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting
(that’s true believe it or not)

oh isn’t isn’t she lucky?
a life less harrowing now
how long? how long? how long?
what am i to do?