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I've got this cough that won’t go away

Somewhere deep in my chest I feel it’s origin, it stays

And I can feel it trying to tell me the only way it possibly can

It says, "Boy you gotta find a way to get over this,

Or somewhere down the road you’ll find yourself too tired to let me fade."



I came to just as the sweat dripped in my eyes

In front a sign saying there’s only two ways to go

But I’m not gonna be held responsible for the outcome



So I sat down in a pool of self-made hesitation

And drew straws so I wouldn’t have to choose for myself

Thought it better of myself, but couldn’t change my past choices



I walked for a few more miles alone and shaking from the cold

Stones still unturned and quiet appropriately collecting moss

Collecting life for love's ever increasing cost of losing

It caught my eye being that it found itself out of place

Round and smooth I skipped it on the mirage pond set in front of me



I came to thirsty and dearth in an oasis of sand

In front a sign saying there’s only two ways to go

But I’m not gonna be help responsible for your gluttony



So I sat down like a fool and overturned ego's plague

And drew straws so I wouldn’t have to choose for myself

Thought it better of myself, but knew I couldn't keep living life empty



So I just sat there and withered away like dust

Suddenly then, however, I got the urge to get up and go

Didn’t know then that I’d turned into someone else road

So I made them cough