| Song | Bad Patient |
| Artist | Piano Magic |
| Album | Low Birth Weight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |