Illness as a Metaphor

Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oh, Andrew Jackson
Oooo

JACKSON: I think you might be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

RACHEL: My name is Rachel.

A wise woman once wrote
That illness is not metaphor
Than why do I feel sick when I look at you?

There is this illness in the end I need
To get it out
So when I bleed.

It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art

If you feel like you might throw up
Well that's a metaphor for how I feel
When I dream of you.

JACKSON AND RACHEL:
Bathed in your metaphorical blood.

And when the doctor says you're gonna make it
I tell him why I'm able to take

It's not blood
It's a metaphor for love
These aren't veins
Just the beating of my heart
This fever isn't real
It represents how I feel
My pain transformed into art
My pain transformed into art

But Susan Sontag's dead
So I guess her cancer wasn't metaphorical after all.
Sorry.