Lyrics My Failing Health - Joel Plaskett

Completely devoid of any skills whatsoever
Obsessing on details, the time and the weather
To all those who love me, you'll receive a card
I'm writing you all from the back of the yard

The only one to be true to is yourself
Who'll raise a glass to my failing health
Who'll raise a glass to my failing health

A complex arrangement of wires and arteries
Shocking and bleeding at all of the parties
An anonymous letter says don't confuse the issue
Just because we love you does not mean we miss you

But we misuse the best parts of ourselves
Or we conveniently leave them to rot on the shelves
And it's cold under the quilt
The ice cold memories of resentment and guilt

And we store them all on the first floor by the front door
In a house that I built with my bare hands
In a time when we used to make plans
To go sailing down the Rio Grande

The only one to be true to is yourself
Who'll raise a glass to my failing health
Who'll raise a glass to my failing health
Who'll raise a glass to my failing health
Who'll raise a glass to my failing health