The fire I'm feelin' is not there lit'rally
So far from painless, like I've a chest furnace
If this gets worse, you'll just get texts from me
Until this gets better, which doesn't seem real soon
Stuff comin' up my throat, got stuff comin' up my throat
Erupts out from my face, possibly on the way to you
Stuff comin' up my throat, got stuff comin' up my throat

I've got awful lungs, doesn't seem real fair
To feel this fire with each breath of air
I get coughin' fits with all that I do
Hard to sing this piece but I must push through

Got no lead on the cause of this, see
The flaw there might be the fact that I can't hold
To anything without more coughin' sprees
Cakin' ev'ry part in a flood of goo
Stuff comin' up my throat, got stuff comin' up my throat
Such an influx of pain I don't wannna instate in you
Stuff comin' up my throat, got stuff comin' up my throat
Don't wanna spread this bad strain that I just can't explain

I've got awful lungs, ev'ry breath of air
Brings pain and fire, more than my fair share
I hate hackin' fits, really makes me fume
Cause I fail to see how it's grown this huge

Need a smoke
I'll feel less a failure, true
Once I blow
This thin paper reed, wait, what's with all the facepalms from you?

I've got awful lungs, that's all that's wrong there
This painful fire is random, so there
My huge coughin' fits can't be misconstrued
As the fault of me puffin' hard, you douche
I've got awful lungs, it's so damn unfair
The fire I'm feelin' is not the fault of me
I've got awful lungs, can't enjoy fresh air (oh-oh)
The fire I'm feelin'? The fault's so not with me