Sick by Nan + the One Nite Stands

Sick

Lost in the politico
I don't need another beau
to minimize all the things I say
distract me with a fair pay holiday
If Kavanaugh's still in the judicial system
no one is listening to assault victims

Suit of armor, I need a bold lip
no more guns on this field trip
mop up my tears with a squeegee
I'm stayin' alive just like the Bee Gees
Burn this crown right to the ground
I'm a heavyweight fighter too worn down
duvets, pills, shiny artifacts
paper covers rock possum on the tracks
I have survivor's guilt (of the things I built)
I have suvivor's guilt (of the things I've spilt)
I'm sick of the Internet (sick of my regret)
Sick of the Internet (sick of my regret)

I'M SICK

How much you got?
Health insurance
How much you got?
No endurance
Can't afford to be healthy
Unless I'm very wealthy
Dont' send me prayers
just send me cash
I got a hospital IV
I got a heat life rash

You call it burning (I call it coping)
You call it churning (I call it hoping)
You call it waiting (I call it knowing)
You call it fading (I call it growing)

Class action (top of the class)
Class action (sit on your ass)
Class action (top of the class)
Class action (have some class)

I'M SICK

• Indie
• Pop
• performance art
• theatrical poetry
• Kansas City