Owen - Coffin Companions lyrics

Is this really all there is?
Cough syrup to sleep
'Til an alarm clock reminds us to breathe
What if we don't set the damn thing?

I suppose it is what it is
Nothing more, nothing less
The lucky ones born into it
The rest of us work

Two sets of fiery eyes two sacks of dry skin
Too much to do, too little time
Coffin companions

Early to bed, and weary to rise
A girl with work to do
A boy with two thorns in his side

Of all the coffins
In all the dreadful corners of the world
You chose mine, and I, yours

Singing and dancing
And aching are so overrated

Here lies: The King and Queen
Of the self medicated

Coffin companions
The whispers found a place to hide
Now we can age with grace and silence

I won't speak until spoken to
I won't ask for love like the others do
Just close my eyes and let
The medicine kick in