Relapsing

Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
that your surgery it might not be the key
to fix the memory of you and me

Doctor, I don't know what I've done
There's more to this than my
ex-love and my ex-limbs could ever in my life begin to explain
everytime I think of her
and what went on that night
I don't see it, instead I hear it
A song so awful and so perfect

Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
that your surgery it might not be the key
to fix the memory of you and me

Doctor, I don't know what I'm gonna do
I need this song to be shouted out
and to be heard by everyone
It's like each word and
every chord refuses to be ignored
This is bigger than me,
but with no hands and even less skill
I don't know how it ever will come out

Doctor, I think it's her I hear
It's always been,
but if this pain can be arranged
in such a way to bring out beauty
then why and who am I to stop it?
I'll bring her back and I won't stop until it's done
Until these nightmares are done
I need her

Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
that your surgery it might not be the key
to fix the memory of you and, of you and me

I need her
I need this
The set is on to sing themselves, we just sing along
So if death's the answer than the question is the trigger
and I'm just a firing pin
Yeah I'm just a messenger
So if death's the answer than the question is the trigger
and I'm just a firing pin
And I'm just a messenger
doomed to death and maybe delivery

Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
that your surgery it might not be the key
to fix the memory of you and me

Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
that your surgery it might not be the key
to fix the memory of you and me