'I'm better' you cry
But there are tears in your eye
And I beg you to please comply
Don't write that goodbye
In three months you'll hear sirens
Not for you, but who can tell
All you can feel is the cold iron
And that hospital smell
Throw away the notes you hid
Like the marks underneath your sleeves
The medicine is out of reach
Just like the recovery they sing in bold lights
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 8:54 PM UTC
'I'm better' you cry
But there are tears in your eye
And I beg you to please comply
Don't write that goodbye
In three months you'll hear sirens
Not for you, but who can tell
All you can feel is the cold iron
And that hospital smell
Throw away the notes you hid
Like the marks underneath your sleeves
The medicine is out of reach
Just like the recovery they sing in bold lights
Still thinking about that June night
