Atrophy

You've been living a while in the front of my skull
Making orders
You've been writing me rules, shrinking maps
And redrawing borders
I've been repeating your speeches
But the audience just doesn't follow
'Cause I'm leaving out words
Punctuation and it sounds really hollow
I've been living in bed
Because now you tell me to sleep
I've been hiding my voice and my face
And you decide when I eat
In your dreams I'm a criminal
Horrible, sleeping around
While you're awake, I'm impossible
Constantly letting you down

Little porcelain figurines
Glass bullets you shoot at the wall
Threats of castration for crimes
You imagine when I miss your call
With the bite of the teeth
Of that ring on my finger
I'm bound to your bedside
Your eulogy singer
I'd happily take all those bullets inside you
And put them inside of myself

Someone, oh anyone
Tell me how to stop this
She's screaming, expiring
And I'm her only witness
I'm freezing, infected
And rigid in that room inside her
No one's gonna come
As long as I lay still in bed beside her