Medical Mystery

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