Handheld Imbalanced
When existence seems routine
When you seem to be getting back
I get a call you tried to harm yourself
I'm all alone now that they've checked you in (checked you in)
Pale walls surround me with a remission of sin
You're imbalanced
It's something inside your brain
If its treated the right way
"If he takes two everyday"
If I hold on
Two memories pills can't undo A bright considerate man
[C1] if this is standard procedure then why am I not allowed in the room
[C2] the one that used to hold my hand
[C3] the one that used to hold my hand and get me through the worst
So distant so far now
So remote in all your actions
I just want things the way they used to be
I know he doesn't need this hospital bed
These fluorescent lights, these long hallways, this sterile thread
I'm all alone now that they've
Checked you in
Pale walls surround me with this
Remission of sin
I know he doesn't need this
Hospital bed
These fluorescent lights, these long hallways
This sterile thread
If I could make some sense
Of all this shattered and broken neurology
At first my patience stemmed
But now the doctors state apology
