Cancer
Jonathan Gering, Mike Hranica
How routine it feels like
Like I fell through the floor
Crushed by another passing
It's all happened before
Still I'm not pretending
To know every story and every choice
I'm just some voice below
The background noise
I hope that it's cancer
And not something else
Cause I don't need anymore things
I don't wanna talk about
How could I think such a thing?
Who am I to say?
Daily devastation that I can't validate
What's wrong with you?
They'll ask about me
You're done, you're through
Still I'm not pretending
To know every story and every choice
I hope that it's cancer
And not something else
Cause I don't need anymore things
I don't wanna talk about
I don't need an answer
Care about heaven or hell
I hope that it's cancer
So what does that say about myself?
