Million Dead - Asthma lyrics

It's very late I'm staring at my first guitar And having doubts about My paramour I'm kept awake By the whitest noise The frail voice That made me make a choice I would ignore I'm reaching for these notes although It's easier to sing falsetto Than really strain It's easier To hide behind The line about A troubled mind then Then to explain That I am A cat To your asthma And you are The smoke To my cancer And I And I can heal a break By walking on A shattered limb with The bravest grin Instead of A tourniquet But you You can't clean a wound By wallowing In words unspoken Vows now broken Washing Time away I know That I can't stem the flow With fingertips The technique wrong The pulse too strong I'm bloodied With my remorse But you You don't leave the scar You scratch at it In silent halls And empty draws I'll measure out My loss My loss My loss My loss And I am A cat To your asthma And you were The smoke To my cancer And you were The care To my violence But I was The sound To your silence