Like to keep me so sick
Just to mend me a little bit
Lips of sewage
You know that I've gone septic

And I don't want to get better
No I just want to be in your arms

Keep me in a hospital bed
Sigh over me, my angel of death
Hook me up to machines
Have them all
Breathe for me

Drift in saline highs
Cold and sterilized
Wrapped in wet white sheets
Pale and shivering
And my head is getting heavy
And I just want to be in your arms

Keep me in a hospital bed
Sigh over me, my angel of death
Keep me weak
Keep me depending on you
Keep me meek
Keep me needing you