Ps i love you

You can have my lungs if I can borrow your heart,
But my lines lack the deliverance to break you apart.
And though this road is a short one, the journey will be slow,
Don't tell me those things, because I already know.

Machines bleep to a constant beat,
It's been 26 days since I last used my feet.
And the nurses all look at me in this dubious way,
I'm not listening but I still hear what they say.

You liked me in red, but I was best suited to green,
And this unvarying surveillance is a daily routine.
People watch me, like I'm going to repeat what I did.
Yeah, this patient confidentiality is just taking the piss.

The blood stains and the grass stains,
I knew you preferred the red.
But when I heard what you said,
I chose jealousy instead.

I made a last ditch effort,
To try and tell you it's true.
Maybe it is all your fault

But ps, i love you