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