how can I stop this stubborn heart
from pumping blood to what s left of you in me
can t you see that I m growing weak
and your memory s a leech
the temperature of your voice
fires my fever to keep me from the cold
of losing you...I m losing you
but you look so beautiful in this hospital bed
of what we said would never end
and I know it s pitiful but this medicine
says I ll never feel again
but I ll still monitor your heart rate
to calculate your health
even when it s keeping me from sleeping
because it s beating for someone else
well, if bitter is all I can be, I d rather not be at all