Must be a medical mystery Even though it's hard to see I know it's scary that we don't know just What these tests show You've got a rare disease Of the tissues and disrupted sleep Chronic pain, it fills your spine Live with it, you're not dying So you try to hold on Even though it's your job To schedule your life away Appointments every day Sometimes it's hard to eat When I tell jokes, I get weak I crack my knuckles loud My body echoes the sound You know I'm sick as fuck Feel like I got hit by a truck But it's just from waking up After fourteen hours of sleep So you try to hold on Even though it's your job To schedule your life away Appointments every day So you try to hold on Even though it's your job To get through the symptoms here Try to do all the things you fear You won't do in a year