The doctor tells me I'm connected to the weather
That I'm just falling from the rain sat on my dirty feathers
He calls me darling and he stitches me whenever
I fall to pieces as plasters hold me together

The doctor thinks I'm fine
He thinks I'm making up lies
The doctor thinks I'm fine
He leaves me here to die
Why?

The doctor tells me, "Show me where it's hurting"
He is looking deeper than my eyes were ever showing
He gives me reasons nothing's special about me
And as he stripped me only plasters held me together

The doctor thinks I'm fine
He thinks I'm making up lies
The doctor thinks I'm fine
He leaves me here to die
Why?
Oh, die

The doctor tells me I'm connected to the weather
That I'm just dying from the rain set on my dirty feathers
He gives me reasons nothing's special about me
And as he stripped me, well, he'd see

The doctor thinks I'm fine
He thinks I'm making up lies
The doctor thinks I'm fine
He leaves me here to die

Doctor won't you think that I'm fine?
I'm here to tell you why I'm breaking this time
Powdered bruises getting deeper with lies
And the plasters are not working this time