Medulla Oblongata - Buke & Gase

You treat me like a nurse in your arms

Sterile in my white paper crown

When will you get better

So I can sew our lips together

Seems like it’s been forever

Since I left you with these broken fingers

Broken tongue broken ears from not listening

False hopes and happiness in the barrel of my God

Get out of the hospitable danger doctor danger doctor

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t

Help it, help it, help it, help it

Hoping, hoping, hoping, hoping for for full recovery