Trying To Kill M.e. Lyrics - Computers And Blues - Streets

I used to love the night and now I dread my bed 

Using all the light is how my head got spent 

Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, walk in my size nines 

Is this depression or a lesson from inner pressure pressing? 

Either way, the fevers it deals me are evil 

The thing that I love most is trying to kill M.E. 

I have the queerest feeling of my dearest appearing 

To be leering from the ether, fear more fever 

I don't like sleepers, drugs make me sleep 

Sleep is like death, to do death when you're dead 

Bridge disappears through fog in my ears 

For this chronic fatigue, there's no tonic is seems 

Lucid thinking is loopy to think of on and on weeks 

The thing that I love most is trying to kill M.E. 

General health making my mental health break 

But I'll never let go of what helps me create 

Nothing to this point but for this love 

Love, torturous virus get out from my eyelids 

Just wanna ride out life in the key of C 

I won't bash the black notes, I won't ask for answers 

Glance up at the banister 

The thing that I love most is trying to kill M.E. 

The only good thing and I should cling to it good 

Are the sparks of good art that park in the darkness 

Shaking eyes hate me to write 

But make me think up quite nice ideas 

It's like me enemy, telling me forget the pen dwelling 

The madness and sadness is long 

But flashes of mastery 

It seems 

How many ways will it warm up, 8 months ago fate came 

To break me in somewhat and rake me on the flames 

The queerest feeling of my dearest appearing 

To be leering from the ether, I fear more fever 

Like the bridge disappearing through fog in my ears 

There's no tonic it seems for this chronic fatigue 

I'm happily trading insanity lately 

For passion, that makes me a man at least, maybe 

The thing that I love most is trying to kill M.E. 

The thing that I love most is trying to kill M.E. 

What was I thinking, who was I then? 

Duly I tried, truly amen 

What was I thinking, who was I then? 

Duly I tried, truly amen 

Pull some paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the winter 

The oldest cell in my body's only 10 years old 

With the smell of the kitchen, I dwell on the kissing of my missus 

Holding a bowl and reminiscing 

(I am just a child who got a few years older) 

Pull some paper out the printer, pick up a pen and pen into the winter