Sleater-Kinney: The Size of Our Love

Our love is the size  of

These tumors inside us
Our love is the size of

This hospital room, you’re my hospital groom

The ring on my finger

So tight it turns blue
A constant reminder

I’ll die in this room, if you die in this room

Sit like a watchdog 

And patiently wait
Listen for footsteps

Down the hallways, visit beds like they’re graves

Days go by so slowly
Nights go by so slowly

Days go by so slowly
In a hospital room
In a box built for two

I fight for air, fight for my own air
Forget all the things I can do alone
I fight for a heart, I fight for a strong heart
I fight to never know this sickness you know
But I know it’s my own, I gave it a home

Our love is the size of 

These tumors inside us
Our love is the size of

This hole in the ground, where my heart’s buried now