O.R

I listen to you snorin' So I know that you're breathin' It's never inconvenient It's a sound I recognise You're sleeping through the beepin' Every pulling of the curtain But I know you hear hummin' 'Cause our noises harmonise Nihilistic nurse disturbs the pillow, low your head And mumbles something audible underneath their breath They say All love is terminal, we love until we're dead, or No longer operable, there's no O.R suitable To make our love extend, but if Loving you is possible beyond what can be said Then I have very reason to believe we'll love again I'm tapping at my wrist watch You told me it was broken I'm taking it for granted I'm winding back the short hand It's technically the weekend And now your face is changing The nurse returns to say my visit has to end And mumbles something audible underneath their breath This time its personal, I've something to defend Our love is surgical, it cuts well past the bon, and these Pins and needles remind me that I'm home and I am Under an aesthetic to help soften the blow Of all the melodrama and the trauma that we've known They say All love is terminal, we love until we're dead, or No longer operable, there's no O.R suitable To make our love extend But if Loving you is possible beyond what can be said Then I have very reason to believe we'll love again I have every reason to believe we'll love again I have every reason to believe we'll love again I have every reason to believe we'll love again Our love is surgical, it cuts well past the bone And these pins and needles remind me that I'm home And I'm under an aesthetic to help soften the blow Of all the melodrama and all the trauma All the melodrama that we've known