staring at the ceiling like it owes me money uh uh this not even serious

my body's just a wet napkin at this point honestly uh uh

soup tastes like sadness and im pretty sure my lungs agree uh uh

trying to perform a song about partying while my lungs are literally on strike uh uh

trying to laugh at my own jokes but my lungs are like nah we beefing uh uh

my phone autocorrected pneumonia to "fun time" and honestly it's not wrong uh uh

walking to the bathroom feels like a speedrun ngl uh uh yeah

pneumonia said "lets make tuesday weird" and honestly im not mad about it uh uh

woke up and my pillow is wet but i genuinely cant tell if its sweat or tears uh uh

people keep asking if im okay and i genuinely dont know anymore uh uh

laughing at my own jokes while coughing is a full body workout uh uh

3am and my brain is just static but at least my lungs match uh uh

monday said "work" and my lungs said "nah we unionizing" uh uh yeah

my throat just unionized and demands better working conditions uh uh

food tastes like disappointment but at least disappointment doesn't require breathing uh uh

my legs forgot how to work but at least my voice is still broken so the limp matches uh uh

coffee tastes like my lungs sound right now uh uh this not even serious

my lungs are on strike but my tour manager said "eat anyway" uh uh

my doctor said rest and i said bet then immediately booked three more shows uh uh

silence is just my lungs taking a well deserved break uh uh yeah

my pillow just rejected me for someone with a functioning respiratory system uh uh

pneumonia really said lets make this tour a speedrun uh uh yeah

my insomnia just texted asking if we're still on for tonight uh uh yeah

my bed just filed for custody of my body uh uh yeah

my sleep schedule just filed for divorce and pneumonia is the new spouse uh uh yeah

my throat just filed a noise complaint against my existence uh uh yeah

my dinner just asked why im coughing on it uh uh yeah

my existence just called in sick and honestly i respect that decision uh uh yeah

my lungs just filed a noise complaint against my existence uh uh yeah

my sandwich just accused me of abandoning it uh uh yeah this not even serious

my doctor says rest but my cough disagrees uh uh yeah this not even serious

my alarm clock just woke up to me coughing uh uh yeah

my pillow just filed a restraining order uh uh yeah

my phone battery just filed for divorce uh uh this not even serious

my thoughts just unionized and my lungs are the scabs uh uh

my thoughts just unionized and demanded better working conditions uh uh

my clock just sued me for emotional damages uh uh yeah

my bed just filed for custody of my body uh uh yeah

my fork just filed a complaint about the texture of my soup uh uh yeah

my lungs just started a podcast and nobody asked for it uh uh yeah

the venue's quiet so my cough finally has an audience uh uh yeah yeah

my sandwich just asked if i'm okay uh uh what am i even saying

my cereal just filed for bankruptcy watching me eat it sick uh uh

my coffee just staged a mutiny against my immune system uh uh

my sleep schedule just declared independence uh uh yeah yeah

my phone's brightness just became sentient and it's judging me uh uh yeah yeah

my insomnia just filed a restraining order against my cough uh uh yeah yeah

my energy just sent me a breakup text uh uh yeah yeah this not even serious

my pneumonia just unionized with the tour bus uh uh yeah yeah

my body's running a hostile takeover and i'm just here for the vibes uh uh