Dean, I have to admit,
I'm not sick,
I never was.
Sick is what children get,
When their nose is runny,
And their tummy hurts.
Sick is when you have
To take three Advil,
To ease the dull ache in your skull.
Sick is when your mom
Makes you chicken soup,
And kisses your head
Dean, I have to admit,
I'm not sick,
I never was.
Yeah, my head hurts,
And my hand is crimson whenever
I cover up my coughs.
Yeah, I can't catch a beer,
And I'm tripping over my feet,
(More than usual)
Yeah, I was hot enough,
You nearly drowned me in ice.
Dean, I have to admit,
I'm not sick.
I never was.
This makes me suffer,
For all those I made suffer
This makes me forget,
All those things I want to forget.
This makes me clean.
Of all the things that poisoned me.
Dean, I have to admit,
Over all,
This is penance,
For all the times I let you down.
I deserve this, Dean.
p.v.
