I can still hear myself
Being carried away by an ambulance
I can still hear you say to me
That you don’t love me anymore
Oh, I can still taste the black
It coats my throat, soaks my tears
Pray now, pray now
The man next door is screaming
‘Cause he don’t know his b

Would you love me still if I was hospitalized?
Can’t afford it when you turn me into your prize
And then idealize every twist of my lip and curve of my jaw

I’ve deceived myself, could I ever be bored?
Fuck, I’m breaking down and become my own storm
Sorry to be confusing, I’