I'll hold you in the ER as your body starts to shake
Those noises in your head won't go away
Wipe sand from both your eyes
Thought you lost your glasses in the ambulance bay
Dad's lying on the couch his body's broken
As you're drawing hands and feet inside your Moleskine
Tear out a few blank pages when you're ready
And throw them in the air like spring confetti
So when you're starting to feel better
We're going to make a movie
About all the f*cked up little things we do to our own family
So when you're starting to feel better
We'll finally start that band
I can't really play the drums but I'll do the best I can