The light is moody
the walls are smirking
The fire is cackling
at my unease
The kitchen's crass
The stove has gas
As I succumb
to your disease
The fridge is listless
The drapes are twisted
I hear them mocking
the window's pain
And I am restless
The house is guestless
No one comes knocking
'cept cold, hard rain
Oh cabin fever
I'm a believer
In the evil
Of your ways
You numb my senses
And jump my fences
You been hanging 'round
For days
The rugs are edgy
The kettles hisses
A thousand tea bags
Have blocked the drains
My face is ashen
I'm lacking passion
I'm sucking caffeine
Outta coffee stains
I'm out of toothpaste
I'm out of tonic
It's a million miles
To the corner store
Where I'd buy icecream
Or maybe morphine
I'm crazed from craving
All I adore
The butcher's block
has writer's cramp
The cuckoo clock
fears rising damp
The fish tank's dank
The liquor's drank
I'd drink the dregs
Of pickled eggs
Oh cabin fever etc
I lie awake
and curse the birds
Their morning song
Their mocking words
Oh haunting night
Oh taunting day
Oh charming life
I waste away
I'm tired of silence
And burning incense
I crave my each
And every vice
Without distraction
I'm out of action
But I've done my time
I've paid my price
The walls behind me
The worlds before me
I walk the streets
to find a dive
I meet a stranger
Who warns of danger
But there ain't no hell
I won't survive
No cabin fever
I'm no believer
I'm through with you
And all your ways
I'm feelin' closure
Regained composure
I'm counting down
To better days
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Lyrics submitted by Tatka.