Is

this

real-

ly

all

there

is?

Cough

sy-

rup

to

sleep

'Til

an

a-

larm

clock

re-

minds

us

to

breath

What

if

we

don't

set

the

damn

thing?

I sup-

pose

it

is

what

it

is

no-

thing

more,

no-

thing

less

the

lu-

cky

ones are

born

in-

to

it

the

rest

of

us

work

Two

sets

of

fie-

ry

eyes

Two

sacks

of

dry

skin

Too

much

to

do,

so

lit-

tle

time

Cof

-

fin

com-

pa

-

nions

Ear-

ly to

bed,

and

wea-

ry to

rise

The girl

with

work

to

do

A

boy

with

two

thorns

in

his

side

Of all

the

cof

-

fins

in all

the

dread

-

ful

cor-

ners

of

the

world

You

chose

mine,

and

I,

yours.

Sin

-

gin'

And

dan

-

cin'

And

a

-

chin'

Are

so

o-

ver-

ra

-

ted

Here

lies:

The King

and

Queen

of

the

self

me-

di-

ca

-

ted

Cof

-

fin

com-

pa

-

nions

The whis-

pers

found

a

place

to

hide

Now we

can

age

with

grace

and

si

-

lence

I

won't

speak

un-

til

spo-

ken

to

I won't

ask

for

love

like

the

o-

thers

do

Just

close

my

eyes

and let

the

me-

di-

cine

kick

in