ICU Lyrics

Eyes open with the thought of how I got here

With no picture to take me back

Stitched up legs, the taste of rust

Staples in the sand

Oh my god, my

I try to breathe

I can't seem to eat

I'm all pinned up against my arm

The space between my teeth

Oh my god, my

The first, the second the third, call me dead

The space in my teeth on a hospital bed

How would I feel instead if I paint the streets in red

I paint them red

I see you won't tell me how I got into the

I see you won't tell me how I got into the

The first, the second the third, call me dead

The space in my teeth on a hospital bed

How would I feel instead if I paint the streets in red

I paint them red

I paint them red