Cracked Lips

When you lie at home all day Watch yourself a waste away Watching TV shows again and again Think of places I might've been Covered with a blanket, lying in bed Sweat matting the hair to my head Can't find a position that seems right There is no way for me to sleep at night Gut wrenching cough, eyes bloodshot My head is spinning with every thought Thermometer hanging out from my lips I drink water in small little sips The curtains are closed, the room is black I falling down this steady track Lips are cracked, mouth is dry I feel as if I'm going to die I put it on my tongue, the orange pill And swallow slowly, hoping this illness it will kill Now I stare, my eyes without a spark And now these eyelids close, and I am surrounded by dark...