The white coats come to take me away
I’m lying in bed and I pray
I might be saved from this intervention 
But it’s all surface tension
They say there’s no one there
And that it’s just that people care
And in the morning 
The night was still storming
As they assisted me from my bed
What was it that they said
Leading me towards Dean Swift
As though captivity is a gift
And I sat there shaking while Michelle
Staved off the feeling of hell
You’re just suffering from psychosis 
But that diagnosis 
Never rang true 
It was a deeper blue
In loving you
And holding back the name
Coz I know you feel the same
In spite of the evidence to the contrary
And I know you can be a bit contrary 
When you’re mad
And you think I’m sad
But I’m fly
And I’ve no intention to die
Or to run myself ragged once more
But the door
Closed with a click
And that nurse was a bit of a dick 
When she told me what to do 
But the guy with the beard makes it seem true 
And he has pure chocolate eyes
As he speaks to me of their lies
As if they’re his own
He sat by my side and alone
Never felt so together
And their weather
Can’t reach me here
All the people that I hold dear
Failed me when I needed it the most
And it’s as though I loved a ghost
Needing you
I don’t think he knows what’s true