Million Dead - Asthma lyrics

It's very late and I'm staring
At my first guitar and having doubts about
My paramour
I'm kept awake by the whitest noise
The frail voice that made me make a choice
I would ignore

I'm reaching for these notes although
It's easier to sing falsetto
Than really strain
It's easier to hide behind a line
About a troubled mind then then to explain
That I am a cat to your asthma
And you are the smoke to my cancer

And I and i can heal a break by walking on
A shattered limb with
The bravest grin instead of a tourniquet

But, you
You can't clean a wound by wallowing
In words unspoken vows now broken
Washing time away

I know
That i can't stem the flow with fingertips
The technique wrong the pulse too strong
Im bloodied with my remorse

But, you
You don't leave the scar you scratch at it
In silent halls and empty draws
I'll measure out my loss my loss my loss
My loss

I am a cat to your asthma
And you were the smoke to my cancer
And you were the care to my violence
But, I was the sound to your silence