In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up

When a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough"

Brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted

And told me something that I didn't know that I wanted

To hear that there was nothing that I could do to save you

The choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you

Something in my throat made my next words shake

And something in the wires made the light-bulbs break

There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling

It opened up the scars that had just finished healing

It tore apart the canyon running down your femur

I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer

And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room

But I hid out in the hall till the hurricane blew

When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain

Came to hating me again and just sang your refrain

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare

You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair

Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying

They should have listened, they thought that you were lying

Your daddy was an asshole and he fucked you up

Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating

"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating

Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy

Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping

When we moved here together we were so disappointed

Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed

It killed me to see you getting always rejected

But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected

I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes

I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes

But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night

I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight

But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you

From stomping out that door, coming back like you always do

Well, no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can

You say that, "No one's gonna listen, no one understands"

And so there's no open doors, there's no way to get through

There's no other witnesses, just us two

There's two people living in one small room

From your two half-families tearing at you

Two ways to tell the story, no one worries

Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry

Two people talking inside your brain

Two people believing that I'm the one to blame

Two different voices coming out of your mouth

While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout

Had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare

You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair

Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying

They should have listened, they thought that you were lying

Your daddy was an asshole and he fucked you up

Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating

"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating