Waterlogged

In the morning there’s a victory,
For I claimed another night.
It’s just one more notch I carve into my belt,

See the roses climb my window
And it sweeps me off my feet,
What a perfect sight to call my very own

But I love my life, yea I love my time.
And the stillness of this sickness
Yea, it sinks inside my bones.

Underneath my clothes it nags, it won’t let go.

In the fibers of my body,
They are tired and they are worn,
So they nourish in the coolness of the day.

But I love my life, yea I love my time.

I love my life. Oh, I love my time.