"Coffin Companions" lyrics
Is this really all there is?
Cough syrup to sleep
'Til an alarm clock reminds us to breathe
What if we don't set the damn thing?
I suppose it is what it is
Nothing more, nothing less
The lucky ones born into it
The rest of us work
Two sets of fiery eyes
Two sacks of dry skin
Too much to do, too little time
Coffin companions
Early to bed, and weary to rise
A girl with work to do
A boy with two thorns in his side
Of all the coffins
In all the dreadful corners of the world
You chose mine, and I, yours
Singing
And dancing
And aching
Are so overrated
Here lies:
The King and Queen
Of the self medicated
Coffin companions
The whispers found a place to hide
Now we can age with grace and silence
I won't speak until spoken to
I won't ask for love like the others do
Just close my eyes and let the medicine kick in
Cough syrup to sleep
'Til an alarm clock reminds us to breathe
What if we don't set the damn thing?
I suppose it is what it is
Nothing more, nothing less
The lucky ones born into it
The rest of us work
Two sets of fiery eyes
Two sacks of dry skin
Too much to do, too little time
Coffin companions
Early to bed, and weary to rise
A girl with work to do
A boy with two thorns in his side
Of all the coffins
In all the dreadful corners of the world
You chose mine, and I, yours
Singing
And dancing
And aching
Are so overrated
Here lies:
The King and Queen
Of the self medicated
Coffin companions
The whispers found a place to hide
Now we can age with grace and silence
I won't speak until spoken to
I won't ask for love like the others do
Just close my eyes and let the medicine kick in
Writer(s): Michael Kinsella
