| Suddenly every machine stopped at once, |
| And the monitors beeped the last time. |
| Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds, |
| And all of them empty but mine. |
| Well, I was lying down with my feet in the air, |
| Completely unable to move. |
| The bed was mis-shaped, and awkward and tall, |
| And clearly intended for you. |
| You checked yourself out when you put me to bed, |
| And tore that old band off your wrist. |
| But you came back to see me for a minute or less, |
| And left me your ring in my fist. |
| My hair started growing, my face became yours, |
| My femur was breaking in half. |
| The sensation was scissors and too much to scream, |
| So instead, I just started to laugh. |
| Suddenly every machine stopped at once, |
| And the monitors beeped the last time. |
| Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds, |
| And all of them empty but mine. |