Perpetual Mild Illness

I realize, my body doesn't work quite right I'm not surprised, well actually I am But not by the fact that it doesn't work quite right But more-so, by the fact that it works at all I know I've got lungs Because they ache a bit I know I've got a nose Becuase I'm constantly annoyed by the fact that I can't breath through it [PRE-Chorus] I know I've got lungs Because they ache a bit I know I'm meant to be and artist Because I feel like shit All the time It rained all night, and the fan was on Perfect for sleeping Perfect for catching my death Nauseous and a bit out of breath [PRE-Chorus] [Chorus] I act like dead weight Because I love you Rain on your parade When I'm out in the cold Bored of feeling physically old I'm hyper aware that my jaw has weight And it's always an effort to hold it up I'm hyper aware of your tongue in my mouth The feeling I get from holding my breath for too long Hold me, hold me Hold my jaw [Chorus] I can taste my own mouth I can smell my own nose I can feel my own fingertips [PRE-Chorus]