Sitting outside on my sick day

Actually sick, just like my shrinks say

Huffin' on a dead pen that's still hitting

Baking in the setting sun just for a little

Headphones dying , phone is dying

Can't tell if we're just texting or vibin'

I could use a hug that becomes something kissy

Focus on myself to plug what's missing

Shoelace size too small for my boots on

Second hand , no soles, grey like poupon

No sense of humor when my thinking cap fits

Till I break the fourth wall, life is a racket

Get frustrated when I'm stuck in my sad shit

Most have advice but don't listen on average

You learn to survivе then get sick of the madnеss

Bugging out like getting bit in a mattress

Blah blah done , that gut is some magic

Nine one one , like run from the brass it's

Hindsight crystal , gimme my glasses

Expectations flip epic to tragic

Sitting out side on my sick day

Actually sick, just like my shrink say

Huffin' on a dead pen that's still hitting

Baking in the setting sun just for a little

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Out of office phase

See it as I lost a day

Doctors orders and an awkward bit of posturing

The work piles up to crates

And I'm well enough to tough the pain

Barely better, but I hurry back like I'm late

One of the reasons I'm running on empty

Is feeling like shit and playing it friendly

Way overburdened let nobody help me

Then finding a room to take naps on the stealthy

Hustle like a hostage , with white noise blaring

Orders from the top pretending that they're caring

I got work the next day and I spend it preparing

Stockholm syndrome and the Sunday scaries

Sitting outside on my sick day