Ten o’clock on the dot and the doctors surround
To report what they’ve found in you
Guess we’re in quite a spot with the sores from the bed
And the beat in your head now
We lie in wait for the call to come in
Taking life on the chin
Imprecise dates litter calendar walls
Voices echo through halls
Everybody’s in a hurry, my love
Soon the morphine erupts
And the whites of your eyes shrink to half of their size
Tonight we can be just for us
Not a footprint to spare, curling up in a chair now
We’ll get through this with the pills on the shelf
It’s just like anything else
The spots they’ve missed leave you feeling too warm
Look at you in good form
The manual we were given as kids didn’t prepare us for this
We’ve paid in full with the brunt of the cost funneled into a loss
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