Sick Days

She's the kind of girl you meet in passing by,  
you saw her laughing, she caught your eye  
You track her down, & you get her number,  
You do that dance, & you know you're a goner  
She's sweet enough that people call her honey  
Everyone's sweetheart, she gets everyone high  
but you don't know her secret, cause she'll leave you behind.  
 
You think you love her  
just wait until you need her  
She's running on you  
like a high grade fever  
all fucked up, & sweaty  
like a sick day in bed  
but the thing about sick days  
is you only have so many left.  
 
You call her things like picture perfect  
as she turns around & shows off her dress  
& you bury in her all your secrets  
that you've been dying to get off your chest.  
She'll make you believe you can do what you dream,  
but she's blowing off steam, & to my credit  
I'm letting you know, you wonder how I know  
but when you see a car crash you never forget it  
 
You think you love her  
just wait until you  need her  
She's running on you  
like a high grade fever  
all fucked up, & sweaty  
like a sick day in bed  
but the thing about sick days  
is you only have so many left.  
 
You'll feel the distance when she starts to,  
She'll sleep a little more on her side  
she'll reach out for a hand you've withdrawn  
& you'll sleep through it as she cries  
She won't make breakfast in the morning,  
You'll see the signs, & all the warnings  
She'll pick up her phone, say "I don't want know what to do  
ask me to pick her up, & fuck, I'll run
because I'm the fool that's the fool for the fool.  
 
You think you love her  
just wait until you need her  
She's running on you  
like a high grade fever  
all fucked up, & sweaty  
like a sick day in bed  
but the thing about sick days  
is you only have so many left  
 
She's the kind of girl you meet in passing by  
She'd never tell you, but she'll leave you, & be mine  
because I'm the fool that's the fool for the fool.