Josephine

I come to and my eyes meet A sterile room With plastic seats And I thank God it's not me Catch you backwards in the screen Now I understand Why you don't see me The way I see you Was there something that I missed? The violet band around your wrist It makes no sense at all Grant a hungry man his wish Give him a line, teach him to fish Soon he'll be wet and cold too A blind corner A splintered tree Accident, emergency We've not enough bodies to fill the holes And I'm digging on my own Why give a shape to a granite rock As if your face Could be forgot We've not enough bodies to fill the holes And I'm digging on my own I'm digging on my own This is the part where we all fall down This is the part where we all fall down This is the part where we all fall down This is the part where we all fall down I come to and my eyes meet A grey torso on bleach white sheets Thank God it's not me