Songtexte: PMtoday. And Then The Hurricane. Doctor.

I need a doctor, it's important,
I have been lacking acceptance and the audience grows impatient
As they're waiting for the main attraction,
But I?m off time and underdressed,
Still, I?d like to think I?m flawless.

Doctor, what is my condition and where's my prescription?
Take me back to my room, my hospital bed,
This ship's a wreck and my body's sinking but still you try to keep me afloat.

I feel rather anxious, I?ve willed my keepsakes and signed myself away.
So I hope you're happy, at the moment I?m happily pretending
I am perfect, not depressed nor doing this for the attention I don't get,

I?m better I promise, doctor. Doctor, don't take me back to my room, my hospital bed.
I?m better I promise, doctor. Doctor, get me out of this room, this hospital bed to where...
I can fall asleep next to you where I finally can breathe,
I hope you know I?ll always be thinking of you...

We know we aren't perfect, but we love each other anyways