Song | Bad Patient |
Artist | Piano Magic |
Album | Low Birth Weight |
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There's rain on the line between his ear and mine | |
Lost in translation, bad patient | |
I'm a terrier, a black sheep, half-relation | |
He's French, a hack, white, Caucasian | |
We fuck in sadness, a cold frustration | |
Then we're fine for a while, our hearts adjacent | |
He types, I read and we clash on the keys | |
He corrects, I direct the bones of the text | |
But he's silent, too ill, too fragile, too still and I'm violent and rash, slow down for the crash |