Courrier
hospital world
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Living in a hospital world
And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours
a friend from a sword
a lock from an open door
Florescent sun and sanitized earth
cigarette breathe and a novacaine curse
everything is covered in blood and rust
cold as a stone and dry as dust
I could really use a hand to hold
a shimmer of light in a broken home
Living in a hospital world
And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours
a friend from a sword
a lock from an open door
I've got some things I need erased
I've got some things I need replaced