in the middle of the night i was sleeping
sitting up when the doctor came
and told me enough is enough
he took me out into the hall
i could have sworn it was haunted
he told me something that i didn't know
that i wanted to hear
that there was nothing that i could do to save you
the choirs gonna sing and this thing is gonna kill you
and something in my throat made my next words shake
and something in the wire made the lightbulbs break
and 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
thought that it was beautiful
it made me a believer
as it opened i could hear you howling from your room
so i stood out in the hall
until the hurricane blew
and when i reappear
i tried to give you something for the pain
you came to hating me again
and sang to your refrain
you had a new dream
it was more like a nightmare
you were just a little kid
and they cut your hair
and then they stuck you in machines
you came so close to dying
they should have listened
they thought that you were lying
and daddy was a mess and he screwed you up
he built the tears in your head
and now he greases them up
but no one paid attention
when you just stopped eating eighty seven pounds
and this all bears repeating
and 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 disappointed
and it killed me to see you always rejected
and i didn't mind the things you threw
the phone i reflected
and i didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes
i just held you in the door frame
all of the earthquakes
and you packed up your clothes in that bag every night
i would try to grab your ankles what a pitiful sight
and after over a year
i stop trying to stop you from stomping out that door
and coming back like you always do
but no one's gonna fix it for us
no one can you say
no one's gonna listen
no one understands
and so there's no open doors
there's no way to get through
there's no other witnesses
it's just us two
this two people living in one small room
with your two half families
tearing at you two ways to tell the story
no one worries
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry
two people talking inside your brain
two people believing that i'm the one to blame
though there's two different voices
coming out of your mouth
i'm too cold to care
too sick to shout
you had a new dream it was
more like a nightmare
you were just a little kid
and they caught your hair
and then they stuck you in machines
you came so close to dying
they should have listened
they thought that you were lying
and daddy was a mess
and he screwed you up
built the gears in your head and now he greases them up
but no one paid attention
when you just stopped eating eighty seven pass
and this all is repeating
