he gave us sheets made our beds
tonight we're not alone
i am not scared


we shared our pills when we needed hope
you brushed my arm in the hall

when you walked by

i know my heart makes me wicked

no one believes me i know
that's what i saw


out through the door of his office
you love him i'm all alone
covered in blood


the good doctor he loves dorothea
now that i'm gone i can know

i was so wrong

you die knowing he'll burry you

next to your love in the ground
we'll be parked under cars