LYRICS
作词 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
作曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
编曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
white tile halo wristband hymn
name tag glitching patient phantom him
neon drips from the iv moon
ping pong heart boom boom boom
room810 I’ m a rumor on legs
the drinker marches vodka in his eggs
says he didn’ t drink says he barely sipped
cigarette hiding in his open fist
the nurse with gold hands wipes a tear
says good kids cry slow in my ear
young doc threat says we’ ll tie you down
mercy breaks then memory drowns
sweater man sweats like rain
grandpa now but joy won’ t land
mindfulness class he copies lines
power walks laps till time resigns
the quiet boy bangs his head on light
binary stars in a hospital night
seven bodies hold him down
kerosene calm in a paper gown
hold me holy waiting room
breathe me bleach and sweet perfume
I’ m fine I’ m not I’ m fine I’ m not
raisin on the tongue of a fevered thought
who am I who decides
who decides who am I
move to812 the cynic smokes
confesses for thrill like a magic joke
be a eunuch he says or a lower caste
bus stop marriage where ghosts walk past
sun mom stitches sunlight thin
says her kid dies nightly and wakes again
six shocks later he forgot the gloom
leads her out like noon through a waiting room
pearl lady lost her necklace face
gifts a banner to erase disgrace
whispers lung shadows party school fight
ears ring holy paperwork white
tattoo girl smashes a potted star
dad remarried truth too far
gold chain nurse says don’ t stay long you’ ll fade
I once felt nothing clean six blade
label relabel breath like glass
thought’ s not fact let the channel pass
switch tracks float back body scan
I am the map and the broken land
hold me holy waiting room
breathe me bleach and sweet perfume
I’ m fine I’ m not I’ m fine I’ m not
raisin on the tongue of a fevered thought
who am I who decides
who decides who am I
count to four exhale the war
jaw unclench unlock the door
mind the steps mind the floor
when I’ m sixty four then sudden roar
laugh then blaze then sorry said
apology blooms like a bandaged thread
true love joy compassion ease
monk on a screen says let pain breathe
I hold a date between my teeth
it turns to a planet then a priest
bless my flaws my ragged seams
perfection bleeds in antiseptic dreams
foreign boy from oil and sand
hands like maps of forgotten land
lunch gods scoop rice like kings
college temp angels with paper wings
bald man rain finds a name for pain
ten years dripping in a porcelain drain
clay saint sculpts his sober thirst
fires his faith in clay and verse
ping pong kid defies the board
fists the air like a little lord
we trade our secrets like contraband
cigarettes sketches rubber bands
doctor halo says you don’ t need perfect love
don’ t rescue let both be enough
body first goals can bend
change the route not every end
I don’ t need perfect I need breath
I don’ t need certainty I need depth
I don’ t need sainthood I need rest
I don’ t need winning just less death
hold me holy waiting room
breathe me bleach and sweet perfume
I’ m fine I’ m not I’ m fine I’ m not
raisin on the tongue of a fevered thought
who am I who decides
who decides who am I
four weeks tallied fees like rain
stapled clouds for the nervous brain
walk out lighter still deranged
but tender to the unarranged
if grace is real it’ s scratched and bent
a paper cup with heaven’ s dent
I taste the date I taste the room
salt of tears and disinfectant bloom
outside a bus inside a choir
I keep the ember not the fire