i see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed

you move so slow

you say the pain you fell is too great to be inside your head

i know, i know

you move so slow

it don't mean anything to me

we start to die when we begin to breathe

but i'll keep scratching at your sympathy

i'll wander these white halls

scale all the walls for a thread of hope

wrap it around myself and cross my fingers i don't choke

i'd pray if it meant anything to me

one day i'll die and finally see what all the fuss us about

prepare yourself for the big sleep

it don't mean anything to me

we start to die when we begin to breathe

i'll keep scratching at your sympathy

until you're good and ready to leave

until you fell a lot like me

with curved eyes i smile as a bad excuse sites next to you

grinning crooked teeth,

they'll all be gone soon

as the door handle swings

i'm having trouble hearing you

you think i'm crazy don't you

count your bones and clean 'em good

will someone medicate us please?

i'd pray if it meant anything to me

one day i'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about

prepare yourself for the big sleep

it don't mean anything to me

we start to die when begin to breathe