Atrophy

You've been living a while in the front of my skull
 Making orders
 You've been writing me rules, shrinking maps
 And redrawing borders
 I've been repeating your speeches
 But the audience just doesn't follow
 'Cause I'm leaving out words
 Punctuation and it sounds really hollow
 I've been living in bed
 Because now you tell me to sleep
 I've been hiding my voice and my face
 And you decide when I eat
 In your dreams I'm a criminal
 Horrible, sleeping around
 While you're awake, I'm impossible
 Constantly letting you down
 Little porcelain figurines
 Glass bullets you shoot at the wall
 Threats of castration for crimes
 You imagine when I miss your call
 With the bite of the teeth
 Of that ring on my finger
 I'm bound to your bedside
 Your eulogy singer
 I'd happily take all those bullets inside you
 And put them inside of myself
 Someone, oh anyone
 Tell me how to stop this
 She's screaming, expiring
 And I'm her only witness
 I'm freezing, infected
 And rigid in that room inside her
 No one's gonna come
 As long as I lay still in bed beside her