More morphine, please

Maybe I won't feel my chest

Slowly caving in

Can't you find an anecdote

Or a medicinal aid

That will rid me of these flashbacks?

And stop these heart attacks?

Cause when my body goes rigid, I see his face

When my skin feels clammy, I hear his voice

 

See, I had a plan

I had control

I'd work things out and be the heroine

But you had a plan

And I lost control

Now it feels like I'm doped up on heroine

 

I've been admitted

To a place where recovery

Doesn't exist

Where the longing doesn't end

It's only just beginning

Can you keep the respirator on?

I can't breathe without him

Cause when my body goes rigid, I see his face

When my skin feels clammy, I hear his voice