As Cities Burn

The Sickness Of Your Memory

how can I stop this stubborn heart

from pumping blood to what�s left of you in me

can�t you see that I�m growing weak

and your memory�s a leech

the temperature of your voice

fires my fever to keep me from the cold

of losing you...I�m losing you

but you look so beautiful in this hospital bed

of what we said would never end

and I know it�s pitiful but this medicine

says I�ll never feel again

but I�ll still monitor your heart rate

to calculate your health

even when it�s keeping me from sleeping

because it�s beating for someone else

well, if bitter is all I can be, I�d rather not be at all