hospital lullaby from sweet sicksteen by floricide

grip my hand so tight, sing me to sleep tonight
you have my hand to hold as the needles collect our souls
my kiss tastes your tube-fed tongue, your slow heart beats so young
I'm best dressed when on bed rest and your lap becomes my head rest

I was afraid to touch you, thought you'd collapse in my arms like sand
our hourglass is running out of time but you can always hold my hand

grip my hand so tight, talk me to sleep tonight
I have your hand to hold as the sickness consumes our bones
lullabies of an ambulance, clear off the floor so we can dance
in hospital gowns and dirty feet, lie on the floor, sing me to sleep

I was afraid to touch you, thought you'd collapse in my arms like sand
our hourglass is running out of time, but you can always hold my hand

in hospital gowns and dirty feet, lie on the floor, sing me to sleep

• Alternative
• bedroom
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• Wisconsin