Michael Friedman, Justin Levine, Ben Steinfeld, Maria Elena Ramirez, Benjamin - Illness as a Metaphor lyrics
[Michael Friedman, Justin Levine, Ben Steinfeld, Maria Elena Ramirez, Benjamin - Illness as a Metaphor lyrics]
Oh, andrew Jackson oh, andrew Jackson
Oh, andrew Jackson oh, andrew Jackson
Oh, andrew Jackson oh, andrew Jackson
Oh, andrew Jackson o-o-o-o
I think you might be the most
Beautiful woman I've ever seen
My name is Rachel
A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
So why do I feel sick when I look at you?
There is this illness in the end I need
To get it out so when I bleed
It's not blood it's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you
Bathed in your metaphorical blood
And when the doctor says you're gonna make it
I tell him why I'm able to take
It's not blood it's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art
But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer
Wasn't metaphorical after all sorry
Oh, andrew Jackson oh, andrew Jackson
Oh, andrew Jackson oh, andrew Jackson
Oh, andrew Jackson o-o-o-o
I think you might be the most
Beautiful woman I've ever seen
My name is Rachel
A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
So why do I feel sick when I look at you?
There is this illness in the end I need
To get it out so when I bleed
It's not blood it's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you
Bathed in your metaphorical blood
And when the doctor says you're gonna make it
I tell him why I'm able to take
It's not blood it's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art
But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer
Wasn't metaphorical after all sorry