Healing stitches when i just want to lay in my bed
And be comforted by the delicate touch of insomnia
Conjoined with this cancer
We are one
I beg the son to ease this
I bear the scars of this
But i will suffer this to be closer to you
This test
Artificial lights shine on me
Before i breathe anesthesia
In my room, the lady in the radiator sings me songs
I ask her, if you sing to me, will you become human
Answers escape through your fingertips
As you shut the door behind you
Now we can live