Hospital Beds
Ethel Cain
I laid there with you in that hospital bed
With my arms around your body
As the bullet hole bled
I cried and cried for days
But I couldn’t let go
I knew that you were rotting
Cause your hands had gone cold
They could only pry me off
Once I’d grown too weak
Cause I was too broken to leave you
I was too sick to eat
I can’t do this long without you, baby
Not on my own
But now you’re nailed inside that box
And I’m out here on my own
I think I can try and follow
If I try really hard
Maybe I can still find you
If you haven’t gone far
I’ll hold onto your heart for you
I’ll do what I said
I’ll stay here and think of you
In our hospital bed
