O.R

I listen to you snorin'

So I know that you're breathin'

It's never inconvenient

It's a sound I recognise

You're sleeping through the beepin'

Every pulling of the curtain

But I know you hear me humming

'Cause our noises harmonise

Nihilistic nurse disturbs the pillow, low your head

And mumbles something audible underneath their breath

They say

All love is terminal, we love until we're dead, or

No longer operable, there's no O.R. suitable

To make our love extend, but if

Loving you is possible beyond what can be said

I have every reason to believe we'll love again

I'm tapping at my wrist watch

You told me it was broken

I'm taking it for granted

I'm winding back the short hand

It's technically the weekend

And now your face is changing

The nurse returns to say my visit has to end

And mumbles something audible underneath their breath

This time it's personal, I've something to defend

Our love is surgical, it cuts well past the bone, and these

Pins and needles remind me that I'm home and I am

Under an aesthetic to help soften the blow

Of all the melodrama and the trauma that we've known

They say

All love is terminal, we love until we're dead, or

No longer operable, there's no O.R. suitable

To make our love extend

But if

Loving you is possible beyond what can be said

Then I have every reason to believe we'll love again

I have every reason to believe we'll love again

I have every reason to believe we'll love again

Our love is surgical, it cuts well past the bone

And these pins and needles remind me that I'm home

And I am under an aesthetic to help soften the blow

Of all of the melodrama and all the trauma

All the melodrama that we've known