(I'll Clean Up) The Mess That You Are

I went to see you in the hospital
 The murmur of voices floating along the hall
 The ceiling stand was always the same
 Is this your claim to a holiday
 You wear a smile like a frown
 Dressed in a hospital gown
 I'm confessing to guessing
 What is the truth about you
 The white sheets could be a beginning or an end
 To this poor hard life
 We were trying to make sense of the accident
 The accidental meaning of hopelessness and fate
 That let you to this fragile state
 The weary of the world, you said
 It's the living of your life you dread
 You're afraid you'll show the scars
 Of who you really are
 What will she be
 But your scars are who you are to me
 They tell a secret history
 To others they don't show
 No one will ever know
 But me
 Our scars are who we are, you see
 They tell a secret history
 Of how you've been undone
 And how you've overcome
 To me
 Our scars are who we are, you see
 They tell a secret history
 To others they don't show
 No one will ever know
 But me