Sick As Your Secrets - Silverstein

You’re only sick as your secrets

How many times did you disappear?

You’re only good as your word

How much longer can I believe?

I’ve buried bodies myself

A hundred graves, a hundred ghosts

I see myself in you

How much longer

How much longer can I believe?

You paint a picture

In my head of where I’ve been

You write the scripture

I hang on every word you say

As sick as thieves (As sick as thieves)

We huddle in you call the plays

How sick are we?

(How sick are we?)

How sick are we now?

How can I believe?