Простуда

[Verse 1] Ugh, what a mess again this morn My nose is running, I was just born To battle boogers crawling out I'm in a tissue, full of doubt [Chorus] Oh, this cold, it's wicked pain My nose is blocked, no sign of lane Snot and coughing, nasty chill Ugh, what a mess, I've had my fill Oh, this cold, it's wicked pain My nose is blocked, no sign of lane Snot and coughing, nasty chill Ugh, what a mess, I've had my fill [Verse 2] The meds are bitter, tea with lime My head is ringing all the time I dream of running through the grass But here I'm stuck with this morass [Bridge] But I know this fog will fade away This awful January day Tissues tossed, my nose on lock My life won't feel like such a shock [Chorus] Oh, this cold, it's wicked pain My nose is blocked, no sign of lane Snot and coughing, nasty chill Ugh, what a mess, I've had my fill Oh, this cold, it's wicked pain My nose is blocked, no sign of lane Snot and coughing, nasty chill Ugh, what a mess, I've had my fill [Outro] Ugh, what a mess, but it will pass The sun will shine through broken glass I'll remember this for years to come How I survived with nose so numb