Cold death, slow death

Your sick dad's pact

You can't just forget a week like that

Board games and long days

I know it's hard to stay sane, with the time that we spend inside

And it feels fine, but it seems bad

Today, I'm falling backwards, but it's fine, 'cause I got Tuesday off

It feels like a new chapter, or something sour from somebody else

(If you need to call for help, don't brush right past me)

(You think it's over)