Feelin' Fine - After Change

Another patient in the ward with a needle in my hand,

Another day, another year is wasted.

How am I meant to walk if I can’t even stand?

Another day, another year I’m stranded.

Giving in again to thoughts that got me where I am.

The palest face, in a lonely space,

A brick veneer to a heart sincere but it’s all misplaced.

A hanging thread, the sickness spread,

In my shattered veins ‘til they waste away you won’t recognise me.

Back where I was born, with a needle in my hand,

Another day, another stitch is breaking.

A picture on the floor of a time not yet passed.

Another day, another year it’s faded.

A fragile meant to be in a timber frame that’s barely holding.

The palest face, in a lonely space,

A brick veneer to a heart sincere but it’s all misplaced.

A hanging thread, the sickness spread,

In my shattered veins ‘til they waste away you won’t recognise me.

It’s all your fault.

It’s all your fault.