Clare Fader Follow

The light is moody
the walls are smirking
The fire is cackling
at my unease

The kitchen's crass

The stove has gas

As I succumb
to your disease



The fridge is listless

The drapes are twisted

I hear them mocking
the window's pain


And I am restless

The house is guestless

No one comes knocking
'cept cold,
hard rain



Oh cabin fever

I'm a believer

In the evil
Of your ways


You numb my senses

And jump my fences

You been hanging 'round
For days



The rugs are edgy

The kettles hisses

A thousand tea bags
Have blocked the
drains


My face is ashen

I'm lacking passion

I'm sucking caffeine
Outta coffee stains



I'm out of toothpaste
I'm out of tonic

It's a million miles
To the corner store


Where I'd buy icecream

Or maybe morphine

I'm crazed from craving
All I adore

The butcher's block
has writer's cramp

The cuckoo clock
fears rising damp


The fish tank's dank

The liquor's drank

I'd drink the dregs

Of pickled eggs



Oh cabin fever etc

I lie awake
and curse the birds

Their morning song

Their mocking words


Oh haunting night

Oh taunting day

Oh charming life

I waste away



I'm tired of silence

And burning incense

I crave my each
And every vice


Without distraction

I'm out of action

But I've done my time

I've paid my price



The walls behind me

The worlds before me

I walk the streets
to find a dive


I meet a stranger

Who warns of danger

But there ain't no hell
I won't survive



No cabin fever

I'm no believer

I'm through with you
And all your ways


I'm feelin' closure

Regained composure

I'm counting down
To better days