I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed
You move so slow
You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head
I know, I know
You move so slow, yeah
It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe
But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS VERSE)
I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
Until you're good and ready to leave
Until you feel a lot like me, yeah
With curved eyes I smile
As a bad excuse sits next to you