Immune

Can I get me to make me a promise
Tell me a lie
Promise me I'll wake up different
If I can sleep through the night
If I can keep a straight face
I'll convince me that everything's fine
And that the knots in the pit of my stomach
Are butterflies

Can I get me the weight of a
Lover on my chest
So I won't be so suspicious
Of my shallow breaths
I don't want to hear me wheeze
I'm already prepping my coffin and hearse
Though I'm flush with a fever
I don't dare take a reliever
That'll make it worse

I'm feeling like a leper
In a world where that's a threat
So I'll be clearing out my lungs
Into the words that are in my head
And I promise I'm self-cooped-up
And I've got the door shut
I'm lying in bed
And I'm not gonna catch it
I'm not gonna catch it
I won't catch my death

I could say I can see myself
Sleeping the whole night through
But I'm staying up stressing over
Symptoms of some kind of...
This trepidation is contagious
When all I'm tryin' to do
Is wake up with the sun in my eyes
And sing the blues
Blues
Blues
Blues
Blues
Blues

I'm feeling like a leper
In a world where that's a threat
So I'll be clearing out my lungs
Into the words that are in my head
And I know that I'm self-shook-up
I've latched onto the panic
I'm staying in bed
And I'm not gonna catch it
I'm not gonna catch it
I'm not gonna catch it
I'm not gonna catch it
I'm not gonna catch it
I'm not gonna