Coffin Companions

Is this really all there is?
 Cough syrup to sleep
 'Til an alarm clock reminds us to breath
 What if we don't set the damn thing?
 I suppose it is what it is
 Nothing more, nothing less
 The lucky ones are born into it
 The rest of us work
 Two sets of fiery eyes
 Two sacks of dry skin
 Too much to do, too little time
 Coffin Companions
 Early to bed, weary to rise
 A girl with work to do
 A boy with two thorns in his side
 Of all the coffins in all the dreadful corners of the world
 You chose mine, and I, yours.
 Singin'
 And dancin'
 And achin'
 Are so overrated
 Here lies: The King and Queen
 Of the self medicated
 Coffin Companions
 The whispers found a place to hide
 Now we can age with grace and silence
 I won't speak until spoken to
 Won't ask for love like the others do
 Just close my eyes and let the medicine kick in