Like some sepulchral tableau I sit frozen holding your hand Though I'm trying to think only Positive thoughts I understand
That place tomorrow May not be there tomorrow, then Your eviscerating, suffering will end Oh, will you ever be yourself again?
[Chorus] Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum She ain't doin' well Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless Her psyche's cracked or Anyhow, She ain't speakin' now
Nightfall, like some leaden sea Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head
I can't repel this sneaking veil of morbidity That's disfiguring the serif of your face Oh, the organism's been debased
You scream that the books Are fallin' off of the shelf onto you But I can see them Your hallucination ravings I'm writing them all down so You can see read them When your mind no longer aches And your febrility breaks
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rheum She ain't doin' well Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless Her psyche's shattered or Anyhow, She ain't speakin' now]
Writer/s: Kevin Barnes
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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