Give me a cigarette and postal code.
I can’t be the only one with cabin fever.
I want it to stick to me- that musty smoke.
I want it to seep into my clothes, my bones, my veins.
Walking down the street, they leave a trail behind me.
Maybe the cops will come knocking,
but who’s going to tell them?
It’s all too much.
I can’t be the only one with cabin fever.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
Give me a cigarette and postal code.
I can’t be the only one with cabin fever.
I want it to stick to me- that musty smoke.
I want it to seep into my clothes, my bones, my veins.
Walking down the street, they leave a trail behind me.
Maybe the cops will come knocking,
but who’s going to tell them?
It’s all too much.
I can’t be the only one with cabin fever.