Iron Lung

Iron Lung

More like Margaret Thatcher,

Maybe then I’d stand a chance.

More iron lady, less iron lung.

You’ve been my life support from the moment this begun,

Watching me move through the years,

Traces of cotton on the pavement, you watch me come undone.

Stitched together loosely, held together by just the air,

It’s no wonder this broken puppet, is far beyond repair.

I’ll dance until the day is old, until you tell me to stop,

I’ll sing, I’ll chant, I’ll recite each word you want,

If we are in the same choir, I’ll let you come out on top,

I’ll whisper the words so no-one hears me,

All they’ll see is you,

I’ll be the shadow you didn’t know you had,

Because you are supposed to be my sun;

I’m the earth that moves round you,

Escaping darkness dusk til dawn,

From your heart, my life is to be drawn.

So the monitor keeps on beeping,

It tells me I live a life,

Because to be a fragment, to be a memory,

It would be better to let die.

Watch you float away like a ripple in a pond,

It’s been so long, I don’t think you’ve noticed that I’ve gone.

All that binds us is a surname,

All that holds us is a past

The hope for me is a half empty glass.

Pessimism wins out this time

Because it feels more like a draught;

A scorching desert of memories,

That fall through time like sand,

I sit and wait again and again,

And watch the obnoxious hand.

You don’t come, you don’t care,

I sit, phone in hand,

It feels like some sort of dare.

You are my iron lung.

Created to keep me strong,

Yet somehow I’m dependent upon you,

Being played like a puppet,

Being playfully strung along.

So its sink or swim,

I rip the band aid off,

Can I breathe without you?

Is this what I have become?

A tragedy, a car crash, desperately holding on?

I’ll tear this travesty from my chest,

And let it all go to hell,

I’ll let the oxygen consume me,

I’ll let my lungs and heart swell.

I don’t know how to remove you,

Without taking out of piece of my heart,

But it feels like that’s the right place to start.

I’ve tried to show you I’m changing,

I’ve tried to forgive you for the beginning,

I’ve tried to make you see, I wasn’t the only one sinning.

But its empty words falling on deaf ears,

You’re a blind man with an iron heart.

So my iron lung doesn’t feel so bad in comparison,

I’ll be Maggie.

Less iron lung. More iron lady.

Just watch me