Doctor

Doctor I'm pretty sure that I'm dying
And I'm
Pretty sure that the hospital is full
I didn't get invited
The urge to be attended to
Fed through a tube

You'll say it's a cry for attention
I don't know what to tell you
When that's basically true
Lips were once full
To the pleasures of life
Bathed in celestial light
Altering
Or perhaps revealing
Delusions or visions
And faculty divine

Doctor I'm pretty sure that I'm dying
And I'm
Pretty sure that the hospital is full
I didn't get invited
The urge to be attended to
Fed through a tube

Is light known to follow crooked passages?
Bend into the shadow?
Well all I am is a mirror
And there's nothing left here
No dreams
And no imagination
I don't know what to tell you
When that's basically true

Doctor I'm pretty sure that I'm dying
And I'm
Pretty sure that the hospital is full
I didn't get invited
The urge to be attended to
Fed through a tube

Doctor I'm pretty sure that I'm dying
And I'm
Pretty sure that the hospital is full
I didn't get invited
The urge to be attended to
Fed through a tube



Credits
Writer(s): Keelan Amber Paroissien-arce
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