i don't want to get better

i don't want to get better

i just want to be in your arms

in an infirmary

coiled in debt

the angel of death

having coffee with my mother

how pitiful 

your chivalry

when all the good ladies are dead

and all the good men are holes

how funny the sunlight looks

from a hospital bed

how small the world seems

in a hospital room

i don't want to get better

i just want to be left alone

in a daze

a dream of my own creation

as a bird 

in flight

a victim of my own volition

falling

falling

falling