in the middle of the night i was sleeping sitting up, when a doctor came to tell me "enough is enough".
he brought me out into the hall, i could have sworn it was haunted, and told me something that i didnt know i wanted to hear - that there was nothing i could do to save you, the choirs gonna sing and this thing is gonna kill you. something in my throat made my next words shake, and something in the wires made the lightbulbs break. there was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. it tore apart the canyon running down your femur, i thought it was beautiful (it made me a believer). and as it opened i could hear you howling from your room, but i hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew. when i reappeared and tried to give you something for the pan, you came to hating me again and just sang your refrain.
you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.you were just a little kid and they cu your hair, then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying, they should have listened, they thought that you werel ying. daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head now he greases them up. and no one paid attention when you just stopped eating,87 pounds and this all bears repeating.
tell me when you think that we became so unhappy, wearing silver rings with nobody clapping, when we moved here together we were so disappointed, sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. it killed me to see you always getting rejected, byut i didnt mind the things you threw, the phones i deflected. i didnt ming you blaming me for your mistakes, i just held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes. but you packed up your clothes in that bag every night, and i would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight.. but after over a year, i stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. well noones gonna fix it for us, no one can. you say that noones gonna listen, and noones understands.
so theres no open doors, and theres no way to get through, theres no other witnesses, just us two.
theres two people living in one small room from your two half families tearing at you, two ways to tell a story no one worries, two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, two people talking inside your brain, two people believing i'm the one to blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth, while i'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.

suddenly every machine stopped at once, and th emonitors beeped the last time. hundreds of thousands of hospital beds, and all of them empty but mine. well i was lying down with my feet in the air, completely unable to move. the bed was misshaped, and awkward, and tall, and clearly intended for you. you checked yourself out when you put me to bed, and tore that old band off your wrist. but you came back to see me for a minute or less, and left me your ring in my fist. my hair started growing, my face became yours, my femur was breaking in half. the sensation was scissors and too much to scream, so instead i just started to laugh.