Letters, Words and Meanings
It came in an official envelope, a private and personal way.
Some slightly abnormal readings in your mammogram result, so visit us soon some day
Cold, cold feeling, my gut says my time is done,
for I have this awful feeling something wicked this way comes
My significant other says, don't worry you’ll be just fine
Statistically this has to happen all of the time
You’ll be alright babes these things occur every day
But how can he know that, I don’t feel that way.
We talk and they take a biopsy, fear is my companion now
Results available in two weeks, as time just passes so incredibly slow
Don’t worry he said again, you’re bound to be just fine
Statistically it's unlikely, for anything abnormal to happen this time.
But numbers be damned now, I’m living in that five percent tier
My thoughts can’t think straight anymore they just whisper to me of fear
Finally I’ve got a letter to prove it I’m just a failed chancer
God damn the words and curse the results.
I have fuckin cancer.
I look at my partner and whisper, you said I would be fine
Statistically you said, it couldn’t happen, I’d be fine this time
Why would you say that, why lie to me in that way
Tell me why would you say that, how could you do that to me today
Why, just why me, why night-five percent wrong
I’m in the five percent club where they tell everyone to stay ‘strong’
Lymph node removal, blue dye for a year will stay
My body is trying to kill me in a carcinogenic type of way
Biopsy, surgery, removal, radiotherapy my new lament
The drugs demand full payment from my body must be spent
But soon the surgeon is happy, your initial results are looking clean
I decree from this day forth the C word shall not be spoken, for fear it wrecks the dream
Nothing can stop a feeling my own dark demon in the recesses of my mind
And I can’t but help fear, the bastard’s getting ready to return some time.