Ambulance - Swordplay, Squalloscope

From what I know, I’m not responding properly to common stimulus

According to the medics who get it

I’m tired of aesthetics and want to edit out the bits that I’m lost in

Exhaustion isn’t sufficient to get me a bed

Maybe 50k scattershot prayers

We are all in peril and terribly unprepared

In need of assistance, I’m just trying to make it work but

There is no one there listening in

We on some skull n cross bone bottle shit

Undercompensated and medicated to death

Someone call an ambulance!

This amulet’s lit, in palo santo apparatuses

I got eucalyptus in the talisman

And I’m ready to send in a second check

So much for the averages

This actuary table don’t predict anything but double digits

No amount of money could ever cover the damages

I’m at a loss for words, stuck on the cost

Comfy in my skin as I could’ve been at the time

About to lose my mind

Pick my scabs, losing touch, making medicine

From dog teeth and tree bark and I bounce back again

A foot bath in holy water, I am panicking

I am your daughter, right down to this skeleton

I offer expertise in underground survival, by

Which I mean I bury myself in a pine box til nothing hurts

I’m not even joking, I have come to the conclusion non-existence is the only

thing that works

Hitchhiking to the hospital, pick me up?

Just slow down, I can hop on and hang in there

All day in the waiting room with a poster of a cat that got paid famously for

holding onto that tree

I am misdiagnosed as someone who can afford this treatment

More than just the bare minimum of getting stitched up to save the floor I am

bleeding on.

I’m sorry for always making a mess

This could have been worse don’t panic

Don’t worry

Help is on the way

Someone called an ambulance, and now

It’s all okay

If you want, we can wrap you up in bandages

We can bow our heads and pray

We can call another ambulance

For you to refuse to pay