|
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 didn't know that I wanted to hear: |
|
That there was nothing that I could do to save you, |
|
the choir's 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 thougth that 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 reappered and tried to give you something for the pain, |
|
you came to hating me again and just sang your refreain: |
|
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. |
|
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, |
|
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. |
|
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. |
|
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. "Eighty-seven 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 togehter we were so dissappointed, |
|
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. |
|
It killed me to see you getting always rejected, |
|
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected. |
|
I didn't mind 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 no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can. |
|
You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.' |
|
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through, |
|
there's no other witnesses, just us two. |
|
There's two people living in one small room, |
|
from 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, |
|
two different voices coming out of your mouth, |
|
while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout. |
|
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare. |
|
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair, |
|
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying. |
|
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying. |
|
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. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating. |
