The Mess Inside - If You Lived Here, You'd Already Be Home Lyrics

Cold apple juice in a paper cup
Remember when I talked to you
In a hospital cafeteria?
Skirting past the obvious
Ignoring my blatant wounds
Addressing only trivial issues
Like getting me laceless shoes
Adhering to the rules of this newfound hell
Without admitting the fact
That your son slit his wrists a little while back

Nothing sharp allowed in my room
Sleeping on a bed of tissues
(I'm sorry if I'm bothering you)
Ping pong abyss in catatonia
Mind numbed by an endless ocean of pills
Is this how normal feels?

Due to a technical error
I am still alive
Still breathing in the air
But every breath hurts
I thought it would be easier
But it's only superficial
The lines will scab and heal
But where does that leave us?

Cold apple juice in a paper cup
Remember when I talked to you
In a hospital cafeteria?
Skirting past the obvious
Ignoring my blatant wounds
Addressing only trivial issues
Like getting me laceless shoes
Adhering to the rules of this newfound hell
Without admitting the fact
You will never understand
What I went through way back when
How can we get past this?