Oh, my central line
Oh, I think about you all the time
As long as you weren’t infected you were a wonderful friend of mine
Oh, you spit out blood almost every day, why did you have to go away
We know that my veins will never be the same
And now it’s clear my heart
Is as empty as my arm
You protected me from pain but you almost did a ton of harm
Sepsis is no fun but I never wanted to be done, with the time with my central line
Whether you pumped poison or whether you did not,
you broke me free from the pole so that I could finally walk
That poison ain’t so bad, don’t be scared to give it a try
When your only other option is to sit and wait to die
And I, can’t believe it
It’s time to break free of it
Oh my central line,
I had such a beautiful time
Even though you made me feel so sick the pleasure was all mine
Maybe one day we’ll talk again and pretend everything is fine,
Stop the infection and remember that we're alive
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